En Pointe
I stand up, toes facing down;

my heels, inches off the ground.

My foot’s arc begins to bend;

the rest of me starts to ascend.
Pulling up, so my nails won’t bleed;

balancing then proceeds.

I travel wide, place pain aside;

I smile and dance with utmost pride.
A dancer then floats onstage

and dances with utmost grace.

Looking up, she feels she’s flying-

It’s gravity that she’s defying.