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“This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone…a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.” ― Jodi Picoult, Mercy
Anger
Blood
Bruises
Cuts
Scrapes
Tears
Raven Haired Beauty
Broken Heart
Broken Wings
Shoes on Point
Broken Smile
She stands on her own
She extends her arms
And her beautiful legs
She smiles
Feels the music in her soul
No need to hear it
She doesn’t need anyone to help her dance
She stands on point
Fingers brush through her raven hair
She holds her delicate arms above her head
And does a perfect Chaînés
In that first turn, she lets go
And knows that she does not need him to hold her up anymore
She is free
To dance, to feel, to live
There’s no need for wings for her to fly
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