She spins

This blog entry is a repost from December 19, 2006.

She spins.

This little girl in my mind.

She spins and as she spins she can't help but admire the way her little feet stay in perfect step.

She spins faster and faster adoring herself in that moment in that place.

She spins and she is lovely.

She spins and she is not dizzy.

She spins.

The more she spins the more she smiles.

The more she smiles the more lovely she is to herself.

The more she spins.

She spins mesmorized by her little white dress flowing like magic around her.

Her dress is perfect on her and she is perfect in it.

She spins and she is beauty.

Something catches her attention as she spins.

Potential spectators of her spinning and her beauty.

She spins and wonders if they will watch her spin.

She spins and hopes she is as lovely to them as she is to herself.

She spins.

Her spinning begins to slow.

As she spins her smile begins to fade.

Still spinning the beauty that seconds ago defined her cannot be found.

She spins and her stomach turns.

She spins longing to be lovely.

Slower and slower she spins.

Finally she falls to the ground.

Tears stream down her face as she stares into the clouds that swirl by.

She noticed they didn't notice.

She saw they didn't see.

Her loveliness and her spinning were interrupted by those who would not behold her as lovely.

The clouds are slowing down.

Her tears dry.

There with the ground sturdy beneath her she feels the warmth of the sun.

And there as the sun shines upon her as if she were the only place on earth to shine....

Lovely returns.

And she spins.