Ballerina
Private Shoot, Toronto
Her poised form whispers the paradox she embodies—strength expressed through softness, precision through surrender. The darkness surrounds her as possibility, her empty stage before creation begins.
You may wonder at my silence,
at the way I hold my form
close against the coming darkness,
quiet before the storm.
My bones have known the breaking,
my muscles, tears and strain,
my feet have bled on wooden floors,
again and again.
I yield not from my weakness
but from wisdom earned in pain,
the strength to hold oneself with care,
my gratitude remains.
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