The soul of a Dancer

The music
is playing and
I am looking
at myself
in the
mirror.
I miss
dancing
but my
body
is a bit
out of practice.
I get up
and move
the chair
out of my
way.
Maybe this
is where I
start again.
Little steps
to something
I love.
Something
I need.
I am gonna
see where it
takes me.
As I spin
I feel
pain.
My body
needs
some practice.
I push trough
and let my
feet glide
and lift.
My arms
stretching
to the sky.
I can
feel how
out of practice
I am.
Its okay.
My reflection
will guide me
to the right
technique
and my
soul it
will take me
through the
steps.
I have the
soul
of a dancer.
So this
dance will
continue.