Lovely Dancer Poem by Alicia Roseberry

she sits in the room of mirrors,
the fear evident on her face,
the crowd waits for her to start,
the silence makes her nervous,
lights shine making her sparkle,
she starts to dance,
the people stare in awe,
shocked by her beauty,
and the beauty of her peers,
she runs,
she leaps,
making the performance perfect,
the crowds toss rose's at her feet,
she smiles,
she bows,
then she joins her peers behind the curtain,
the crowd cheers for the lovely dancer.