Happy Holidays, everybody! I hope everyone is having a jolly, stress-free Christmas. Yesterday I saw the Nutcracker ballet with my mommy and my cousin. Its a tradition that my mommy and I have and afterwards, I was inspired to write this poem about the lives of ballerinas themselves. I don’t honestly haven’t a clue what force of nature or of God, made me write this poem. Maybe it’s my way of expressing how lonely I get sometimes; the way I just want a few friends my age to hang out with everyday. I don’t know why my poems are so depressing because I think my life is quite happy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my point of view on the lives of ballerinas.
Sparkling snowflakes dancing upon the stage,
Their bodies a spirit of fire
While their hearts fill readily with desire,
A temptastrous desire to be loved.
Yet there would be hell to pay
As an ocean of pain floods in
And a fire burns upon their legs,
Making it impossible to seek the help from within.
And yet they would wish no torture less,
As they not walk, but glide through life,
As the spirits of love and ambition be well on their way.
Creative Writing of Emily Walz 