Sliding like a Teardrop

Uncomfortable, at the midst of public attention

She questions herself,
"Am I ready for this?"

The drapes gently unfurl, all ready
To expose the young blossom to spotlight

The sweet fragrance, tickles her nostrils
Her own, the one trapped inside her
The one of her wildest dreams, to touch pinnacles in the sky
Her deepest fears and wishes, threatening to crush them deep

She knows, it is finally time
For the world to know
The laughter and tears trapped behind the curtains
Let loose, she says

Her arms, thrown freely to her sides
The graceful rise of her arms, high and low
Begin writing her story, throwing sparkles of magic
The streaks of emotions she left in the air
Like washes of colour in the sky
Like those wide smiles, a new geometric curve in nature
The rapid knocks of her ballet shoes,
Like her childlike giggles she shared
Gentle, like the tender notes of the piano

There was she, sliding like a teardrop
That often escaped her kohl lines
When she sunk below the heart of Mother Earth
Nevertheless, the young tender blossom
Unfolded her petals in grace, fearlessly

Her slender legs, firm and confident she knew
Leapt high, rising above common man
Her heart flying above the skies, in joy
Touching the pinnacles of the heavens

The fury, buried deep in her soul
Slowly erupted and flowed in passion
The seething rage, glowing in her eyes
Flowed through her veins, a flush of energy
To chase the dream she once set out for

Now accomplished.

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