My Ballet Shoes
By Brooke E
Published 12 September 2014
I walk in,
The smell of sweat fills the air.
I slowly push my foot in,
Feeling magical,
I stand up, prepare
And turn.
I spin out of control
But land perfectly.
I am ready, I tell myself
Once again, pulling them out
Of that bag full of memories,
Slip them on.
I step on stage,
Feeling a rush of joy.
They hush the audience,
You could hear the people on the street.
Whilst I dance,
The world disappears.
I'm in a different land,
When I slip those shoes on.