Her sweet spirit, so shy to the on looking world
Exploded whenever she took the floor
She twirled and jumped before she could ever speak
And now her dreams walked out the door
Injury and rehab and injuries again and again
This isn’t what she had dreamed
Meniscus’ torn and both ACL’s are blown
No more dance, surgery – she wanted to scream!
You can come back but it’ll be really hard
It may take all of the next two years
You’re Senior year, it will still be fun
‘But it’s not what I want’ she said through her tears.
Fear was trying to dig in deep
But she wanted to dance and compete
Fear was messing with her dreams
But her friends wouldn’t let her take a seat
She was afraid to try, the pain is too much
What if she couldn’t dance like before?
But they kept encouraging and pushing
Until she finally got back on the floor
Head on she faced it with all that she had
Determined to come back better and stronger
She fought through the pain and the set backs
And told fear that it wasn’t welcome any longer
And she danced - like she had never danced before
Through her junior year and then to her senior year
An officer, an elite, a high kick champion – a conqueror
Nothing could stop her, not even fear!