Pointe+Shoe-Chandler+C.


 * That's the Pointe I Was Trying to Make || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter3/chandlerc3thatsthepointeiamtryingtomake.mp3"]] ||
 * = Pointe Shoe

The legs pull the shoe Up to make a pointe. It struggles to maintain its position. Oh how I wish that was my pointe. The pointe is lowered down And straightened up into a turn Such an elegant, fragile turn. Oh how I wish that was my turn. The legs start to melt to the floor Then launch a split that is shaped into the air, a pointe connected to each leg. Oh how I wish that was my leap. When I achieve my goal of having a pointe, I will have a pointe, a turn, a leap. They will be elegant, fragile, and my own. Oh how I love and cherish my pointe. || ||