Performance

Satin shoes draped over the floor
discarded, and filled with distaste.
Pale pink ribbons flow gently over the varnished wood
creased and curled where they were tied in a bow.

The large mirror on the wall
is missing its reflection.
The sunny, airy room
quiet without the sound of music.

A faint sound comes from a corner
as a little tear drops to the floor.
Her face buried beneath her hands
to shield unwanted glances.

A stern little voice inside her mind
speaks while pointing her finger.
She blew the ballerinas tears from her eyes
and lifted her to her feet.