Lost feelings

 I still remember that day

I entered that dance school, to try out some lessons

Opening up the wrong door

And seeing all the ballet girls trying pointé

Pink satin dresses

Cute tutu's

Sturdy yet fragile shoes

Beautiful and delicate faces with long hair

I looked intensely at them

My place was not there

I was a young kid, not ready yet for pointé

But in my soul, I felt that some part of me belonged there

I went once to a small kid dancing lesson here

I felt older than my actual age, doing some kid's stuff

I never went back to the lessons, I only went once

I wanted to reach the same level of dedication as those ballet girls, but my mother dropped me out

Too early gone

One day was enough to see the wanting

The wanting to dance

The wanting of dedication and finesse