i'm afraid this isn't very good. oh well!



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She watched, filled with
awe, wonder, jealousy,
as the graceful swan of a ballerina
twirled, leapt, flew,
flawless (without falling).
How she wished,
how she wished she could be as
graceful, perfect, unfailing.
Just for once.

But until she gains the
strength, faith, courage
to break through her cocoon of
self-pity, hopelessness, fear
(the fear of falling, failing),
while everyone else
takes a deep breath of adrenaline, runs boldly past,
excited, enthusiastic, fearless,
to experience the flight she will neither gain nor lose,
she will forever be
waiting in the wings.