Crippled and weak,
She sits on a dilapidated chair..
Life seems abortive,
As she sits all day gazing at the wall..

She missed days when she stood on one foot,
With her hands in the air..
Twirling her hips to a beat,
As she was a spec..
With glittering dress and shiny lips..

She sighs and looks at her broken ankle,
Oh! What great sorrow filled her heart.
Longing to stand and dance again..
Determined and fearless.

She holds the wall like a toddler learning to walk,
Alas! She grinned and stood with the help of the wall.
She held it firmly, as she twirled her hips slowly..
As tears trickled down her cheeks.


© Damie.