Restriction
By Penelope H
Cloaked in soft pink satin,
With ribbons smooth, elegant and inviting,
They chain me to the block, the wood, the shoe
With a scent of hairspray, determination,
Commitment.
Endless commitment.
Each seam of satin connected to a story,
A movement, a dance,
My pointe shoes are a part of me.
Like a little girl’s barbie,
Like a teenager’s phone,
An extended limb.
Filled with pain, restriction
But with the freedom of another world
They are the key to my imagination
No restriction.
