The Dancer

The girl ties her worn laces
hurriedly in the morning
She kicks
Her stiffened legs persistently
Like rubber bands being streched
She spings into air
Like a fish out of water
To pump her blood
Her heart races
In the comfort of
Her desolate and isolated room
Fiercely throwing her manipulative
Body into splits and leaps
Intensely
To fulfill her passion
Her weary limbs
Her content smile
The girl
is a
dancer
by Deana B.

To read more student work go to Student Authors or go back to Ms. Smith's English Page