She stepped into the room
Of mirrors and barres,
Remembering the smell of hard work
And the sight of ugly injuries.
Her legs unresponsive to the call,
Still she soared into uncertainty –
Another fall perchance, or
A leap into new confidence?
—
Two years.
Not a day went by without the thought of you;
The razors to the feet and pills we dared to eat,
But you know I enjoyed it,
Blood and all.
Two days.
The end of rehabilitation
Means the start of my life,
Again I will dance with my life on the line
As we are both bound by the grapevine.
Two hours.
I walk away from my failures
And redeem myself.
Let us begin anew in the eternal waltz
Of twisted happiness and shattered dreams,
Because that is what you do –
You show us a utopia of blinding success,
And none of the self-medicated harm
We inflict to remind us
That we are still alive.
Some dreams are never meant to be,
But you destroy little girls’ confidence
In your path to bring yourself glory –
Broken ankles and black nails,
Stress fractures and purple flesh,
I have seen it all, felt it all,
And I know it is what I am called for.
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