Ballerina

I see you, sweet and stable,
Elegant, yet capable,
Able to impress, express, and surpass.

O ballerina, you make it look easy and simple,
Like a natural smile revealing a dimple.
You cannot hide it from me, I am borderline;
I see the hard work behind your art.
I read between the lines,
And notice your toes, your balance,
The movement of your body,
The expression in your eyes.

I see the hours, the days, the weeks of struggle.
I see the pitfalls before the prize,
The pain concealed behind the grace,
The discipline behind the effortless skies.

O ballerina, what have you done
That makes me sit and contemplate?
What have you done
That keeps me awake for hours and nights,
Questioning myself:
Am I good enough,
Or has a ballerina raised the stakes?
Do you do it intentionally,
Or is it simply a piece of cake?

O ballerina
A BALLER-IN-A basketball team
You score three points as though it were nothing;
You move as if you were dancing through a dream.

I studied physics and mathematics,
Equations of different forms and sizes,
But you solved them all
Through practice, discipline, and exercise.

I see you, calm and composed
Then suddenly, you move with grandeur,
Synchronized with emotion and beauty:
An extraordinary complexity
Made to look effortless.