Pretty Ballerina

PRETTY BALLERINA

Stop!
Open!
Stop hiding
Your darker side.
Face the light of truth.
Your life is but a dream
In which you’re fully vacant
Distracted and far from this place.
Caught in the spotlight spin round and round;
Ravenous pirouette seeking applause.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 23, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Perhaps waking up from the dream of the ballerina is that much needed “quantum leap” in consciousness….? (I’m referring back to our comment thread in your “Epidemic” here.) Just wondering if these two ideas are connected. 🙂

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  2. P.S. I meant to add, I love this poem!

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