My Shoes

by Aundreya Garcia
(Las Vegas, Nevada)

It's almost time for me to go on.
The others begin to wave me on.
At the sound of my song I stand,
tall as a tree and,
think like the swan I aspire to be.
I look at my shoes that will carry me,
across the floor,
which is my sea.
My shoes of Pink silk have ribbon so strong,
to hold me up when I feel a fall,
coming so quick I can hardly breath.
My stomach it turns like the moves I'll make,
knowing this chance is one I'll take.
Then I remember my shoes on me and
I float on the sea,
like a bird in a tree,
I know I'm right where I'm supposed be.