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Literary: Music Box

5/04/2018 08:22:00 PM Media Center 2 Comments

With a flick of the wrist
The music box is opened
The ballerina steps out
The audience awaits

Arms held up high in a perfect, practiced arc
Her sequined pale silver tutu shimmers in the stage lights
A doll-like, porcelain smile trained for months is ready in place
And thus, she begins to go through the motions of her dance

Raising her pointe shoes high up in the air
She leaps across the stage, tutu swishing, her twirls on repeat
Presenting pure, youthful grace and poise
To captivate the crowd through a rehearsed display

How easily their gasps of awe and unquestioning stares come!
In their eyes, she is a pristine, untainted picture of beauty
All glitter and sparkle, no hint of any misfortune nor struggles
And yet the ballerina dances alone

And now, the ballerina bends to execute her final pirouette
The audience, satisfied, stands up for the applause
They leave only to return again soon
Their expectations high for another great show

Then the curtains fall down, and the music box rests
Until needed to put on another replay of the performance
Time is of little importance, so long as the ballerina spins
A never-ending, monochrome spin