The Dancer Poem by Amanda Larsen

The Dancer

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A dancer she was born
Five hours in the summer day
A child of the dawn

A dancer she was raised
She learned the pain that ate her legs
The pain that dancing made

A dancer she forgot
Her dancing shoes she hid away
The times that she gave up

A dancer in her heart
The urge to move she can't ignore
The end in every start

A dancer she was called
But she refused to see the form
her mirror would unfold

A dancer in her soul
With every swinging step she searched
for what would make her whole

A dancer's broken feet
Like eagles trapped in broken wings
A heart without a beat

A dancer's fighting will
Unstoppable by any wrong
Her body's moving still

She lives a dancer's life
The power to ignore the pain
and don't give up the fight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Her Name Is Taylor 14 March 2012

very nice poem amanda

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