Some days you leap like you’ve never leaped before,
turning and spotting like you’ve trained your whole life for it.
Grace and elegance ripples off your legs
in a twisting tornado of sparkle
which pours glittery beads across the floor as you travel–
only to crash,
landing so hard
it takes all your energy just to stand back up.
With sweat dripping from your face,
you muster the courage
to pull your body upright
you’re going to be okay.
Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,
but soon, someday soon–
You’ll walk again,
more than that dance again.