On Pointe in Life

On Pointe in Life
The beauty of life among us,
Lying within the sweet harmony of the voice unheard.
Dancing in the footsteps of little known generations,
On pointe in a balancing act never having failed.
The routine of perfection cycles through man by man.
But what of those who fall?
What be of I?
Henceforth my curled toes flatten.
Henceforth I take my final bow and crawl from the crowd of vengeful souls,
My role replaced.
Yet in my pain and humiliation,
My grief all-consuming,
I find myself again upright behind the curtain.
With a gentle leap my wings take air,
And in the fleeting moment,
Behind the grand ballet of worldly judgement,
I dance.