Life Is Like Dancing

You walk onto the dance floor,
everyone looking at you,
you feel unbelievably pressured,
but you know what you have to do.

You see your partner smiling,
the only person who moves like you,
his hand his reaching out wards,
for you to hold on to.

The music's started playing,
and your heart begins to beat,
so many things to remember,
but you cannot move you're feet.

You've paused where you are standing,
you're feeling so afraid,
everyone's starting to gossip,
the judges writing your grade.

You partner squeezes your hand,
to let you know your not alone,
hes the only thing you dance for,
he's the reason you not at home.

You trust him and start moving,
becoming more confident,
twirling, flowing and gliding,
you can feel you're improvement.

You cannot see the faces,
that follow your every move,
you don't want to mess this up now,
you have you're skills to prove.

You feel the floor beneath you,
and the air brush against your face,
all you know is of you're movement,
and your gentle moving pace.

All you want is to dance with your partner,
and keep holding onto his hand,
your body has started aching,
but you know you have to stand.

You can hear the music chanting,
and people talking about you,
but you just try to block it out,
you know you'll make it through.

So many moves your making,
some you like, but some you hate,
you don't like this spotlight on you,
but you keep you're focus straight.

You're feeling under pressure,
people judging every move,
you don't care if they don't like it,
you will not change your groove.

The music has now ended,
and you're in the end position,
everyone's started clapping,
without anyone's permission.

You're feeling very happy,
and you hug you're partner tight,
and you leave the twisted dance floor,
and the pressurizing hot spotlight.

In case you don't really get the point of this, i just thought id write a poem comparing life to dancing...it's kind of the same in many ways. I hope you liked it!
© Gurdy x (GoddessOfWings)