Pain In Beauty

The act of moving so gracefully,

Like the waves of a sea,

Dainty toes of a ballerina,

A body showing peace.

The ballet shoes glittering,

Carrying tippy - toes,

The art is magniloquent,

A hypnosis dose.

On the stage filled with beauty,

Little hops and arms spread out,

Like a bird with her partner,

Exasperated sighs and little shouts.

Years and years of practice,

Broken bones and cracks,

Scars reciting anecdotes,

Pain in beauty doesn't lack.