Ballerina Girl Dressed in Black

Ballerina Girl Dressed in Black So broad your stature Self determination expressed in your faultless latitude Statuesque like Cleopatra A world ahead stretched and expressed by your outstretched arm Balanced on your tippy toes, reaching out to the world yet unknown Known for owning a beauty and talent yet unshelled Unknown to her, her stage faltered and shuttered to no ends beyond her control But yet still she continued to love with all her angelic might and spirit Yes she loved with absurdness beyond her control Little did she know the more she loved, her ballerina world could no longer hung on Her feet with all her might and angst dug deep into the dark bruised dirty world Her dress no longer pink became blackened by the dirty and cruel bedevilled world Her hands scrapped and bled unwillingly letting go off purity, as she sunk deep beyond her control Her life and love for dance got lost and became soulless entrenched in the darkness of life Little did she know she had the choice and willing-fullness to exert herself beyond it all, to still be HER Yes she still could be SELF after falling deep into darkness She still had control to not let "HERSELF", the "I" go Her ballerina shoes could still help her tip toe out of darkness Ballerina girl I echoed beyond the darkness; "Your feet can still move, so let your foot prints pave their way back into life Scrape through and beyond those cold cobbled streets and dance again Ballerina girl dance like you still have control and Exert yourself for your presence to be known yet again Stretch those long arms and spin with force beyond your control Ballerina girl spin and spin back into "your" and "our" world again I see YOU once more again Ballerina girl dressed in pink" . . . no longer blackened and darkened by despair