Tears of Triumph

Body aches from over extension
Repetition without remorse
Moments of apprehension
To be the best is not enough
Self discipline a must
Winning is the only recourse

Lined against the mirrored walls
Reflections of pain

Faultless efforts must be achieved
Toe-twirl, toe-twirl
Muscle cramps not relieved
Swing the right leg high, toes pointed
A kaleidoscope of images in a whirl

Dance movements floating
As swans on black mirrors,
Some stand gloating
Others breathless
The pulsation of music rushes rampant
Everything is of one entity
Laced in the air, the smell of fears

Lined against the mirrored walls
Reflections of pain

A high voltage of tension
Awaiting the finest dancer
A statuesque extension
Of silence ensued
Among the sweaty elite
Triumphant tears from the chosen few.

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HCD 3/2007