Ballerina’s with scars.
Delicate souls walk on tiptoes.
Too afraid to feel.
In case their hearts shatter like glass.
Because they know.
Love is often as fragile as a gossamer thread.
To believe it real or dare to pirouette across its length is too big a risk.
And so they choose to dance with lament instead.
While the moon keeps their hearts safe in her shadows.
Very moving poem Maggie. Congratulations.
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Thank you so much Cindy 🥰❤️
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So beautiful, Maggie! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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I loved the poem!,,, regards Juan
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Thank you again for publishing Juan.
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A beautiful poem. Maggie. I’ve always loved ballerinas
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So beautiful and poignant, Maggie! Congratulations! Well deserved, my friend! ❤️🤗🌷
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Ooh! This is exquisitely heartbreaking, Maggie, especially the last two lines. Sometimes hope can seem scary.
Congratulations, dear! ❤️
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Punam ❤️ thanks so much for reading.
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So beautiful Maggie, and how well they hide the pain, years of training and perseverance to deliver … 💞
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The ballerina as the metaphor here really works- they are so beautiful and persist through so much pain to be so.
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Wow! Ballerina’s with scars.
Delicate souls walk on tiptoes.
We know ballerinas do a lot of damage to their feet dancing on their toes. Poor little toes are not meant to hold the weight of one’s body.
Love is often as fragile as a gossamer thread.
Then you tie it to love. How does you mind even think that way. It is so beautiful.
And so they choose to dance with lament instead.
While the moon keeps their hearts safe in her shadows.
And bring in the romantic moon giving it motherly, nurturing abilities. Brilliant, my friend. Just brilliant.
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Wow! This is beautifully expressed, Maggie! And I’m sure a lot of ballerinas dance in physical pain, as well.
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