I still remember those days,
where I struggled through thick and thin.
Thinking whether there would be a tomorrow for me,
or would there not be?
I looked at my Mum for one last time
begging and pleading her not to leave,
Her words with no sincerity,
as she harshly said, ''I'm sorry.''
And now I have succeeded,
I've proved myself to her.
As I stand on stage, those memories come back,
the tears couldn't be held back
My mind in turmoil, not knowing what to do,
I think of the obstacles I've gone through
This is it, I told myself,
and I stood on en pointe.
Min Min Chua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballet-dreams/
