And so he danced and knew who he was

I was captivated by him at the dress rehearsal.

My eyes stopped chasing Savannah for a moment to watch while she poked and prodded the Men in Black on the floor.

A teenage boy in ballet tights pirouetted and jumped about on the stage. His lines sharp and perfect, his muscles tight, his movements beautiful to watch.

male ballet dancer
Source: allposters.com via Ashley on Pinterest

I could not wait to see him dance the next day at the real concert.

Again I was captivated.

It was not so much how he danced but the way he danced- like he was the only person in the room.

His spirit poured out of him as he twirled and jumped.

This is who I am.

I could not take my eyes off him because I recognized purity-  someone living who their soul really wanted them to be.

This is who I am and I don’t give a fuck what you say.

I was born to do this.

At the end of his solo, the applause was heartfelt and a few yelps were heard. Everyone felt the power that is so hard to define.

The light.

It’s the light that allows us to be unafraid, and to believe for a moment that we can live the same freedom and joy.

To be who we really want to be and not give a toss what others say about it.

Thank you for giving us the permission to dance and know who we are.

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Comments
  • Mrs Woog

    Wow….. I got nothing else. Thanks for writing this xxx

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  • Marnie Byod

    There are things that was very good to look in our eyes and we caould get off seeing it. He is really is. By the way this is very good writing.

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