Dancing

• Chelsea Bowden, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

Dancing is like crying, it's letting out the pain

And yet when in doubt she will do a leg mount

Not letting that storm pass, but dancing in the rain

Constantly looks graceful, for that's what it's about

Inside he pointe shoes, she feels the pain

Never stop trying, for all that it counts

Grand jete en avant, into the air because this ballet dance just doesn't care.