Pirouette

Swift and tranquil,
Quiet and steady.
The footsteps of a ghost
Gliding on a stage.

Days on an apple.
Spinning away.
“It makes me feel lighter!”
Is all you would say.

As light as a falling feather,
But not so steady.
A soundless thud breaks
The floor of your cage.

Is it getting harder?
You’re not getting weaker.
You need to get lighter.
Your shape is what speaks.

Hide in your chapel.
Make up more ways
To stick to your rigour,
Perpetual motion, and endless hunger.

To check your silhouette.
To check your silhouette.
Even if you no longer
Can hold one pirouette.

On a mirror, on a wall,
Smaller… smaller… small.
Until the opaque part fades,
And light can shine through.

Until you altogether
Can fade too.

~♥~

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