My Pointe Shoes

I open the bag excitedly
The final colour of the sunset streams out.
The feel reminds me of a walk
through a Cabramatta fabric shop
Running my hands along the soft fabric rolls.
I slip them on, in my head I sing
Left ribbon over, wrap it around,
Right ribbon over, tie it all down
I slowly lift myself up
Onto the cold hard block.
Toes stretching to the point of pain
It is here I discover a whole new world.
My childhood dream now becomes reality
I see into the nooks and crannies of the room
Spiders making webs, fan blades churning,
beams of dusty light blind me
I am taken back to earth,
my teacher saying "hold my hand"
I imagine I am walking on soft sand
In my pointe shoes