Schemes to ruin her well being
And to destroy her chances to shine.
Stabbed in the back,
Fell back on ground; she needs a lift.
Beautiful dancer, high above the rest,
Shattered dreams lay to rest.
Potion to cover all talent,
Dropped on the floor, broken.
Heart full, tears flooding,
Not fair that she suffers.
Ridden with disease, an unfortunate one,
Life in the hand of unknown.
Time left, little but significant,
She will stay strong until the end.
All the good in her,
Blackened with medicine that’s making her smile.
Ballet shoes above her hospital bed,
Longing to swing and dance a melody once again.
