12.23.16

by Daisy Yin

12.23.16 by Daisy Yin


Waking the Dancer

by Isabelle Duval

 

I fling and fumble

A puppet on strings

Coiling deep in my stomach

Twisting and tugging my heart down

With every fall

 

A wooden Pinocchio

I teeter and totter

Waiting for a fairy

To give me wings

 

The gears turn

And steam jets from my ears

As the machine

grinds to life

 

This tin man

Doesn’t need to oil

To stomach all

The work and toil

 

I open the floodgates

And fresh blood outpours

Coursing through once

Barren veins

 

A flower blossoms

The vines wither and crumble

A rumble crescendos

From deep in the core

 

Every finger

My hammering heart

I reign it in

I set my jaw

 

I thrust

And run

And jump

And Spin

 

I build myself a rocky core

Impervious to force

And with every leap

The ceiling seems less far

 

With every arabesque I bend

I arc and change my shape

I flit and float

Defy the floor

 

As I learn

I have to earn

Now I can dance

again

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