It started at the ripe old age of two
When all I wanted to do
Was dance
I would walk on my tippy toes
Pointing my feet
I Loved watching ballerinas
Putting on their shows
Regal and graceful
Awkwardly I imitated them
Inwardly hopeful
I could joyfully dance
In my minds eye
That deep inner dream
Even at the age of two
I danced
To the best of my ability
Thats what I could do
My heart shattered in joy
~Divine [ Guests cannot view attachments ]