Sunday, May 20, 2012

I drew a ballerina

Her neck is quite skinny and long; appearing weak, still it fearlessly holds up her head accessorized. Her hands are twisted wrong, as to face in the right direction; away from home. Her toes don't point just to the sun or moon, but both, two legs of the same value, of equal beauty, torn by opposite destinations. Her face does not hide a laugh or a cry, boldly stating that when she is dancing, she has full control of her emotions. Her chest is wide open and faces forward so her heart can get a clear view. She is comfortable, and happy and strong.

Is she a good ballerina? It's hard to say when she stands so still.

1 comment:

  1. i love this -- both the picture and the post. you're good.