I still remember those days, <br /> <br />where I struggled through thick and thin. <br /> <br />Thinking whether there would be a tomorrow for me, <br /> <br />or would there not be? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I looked at my Mum for one last time <br /> <br />begging and pleading her not to leave, <br /> <br />Her words with no sincerity, <br /> <br />as she harshly said, ''I'm sorry.'' <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And now I have succeeded, <br /> <br />I've proved myself to her. <br /> <br />As I stand on stage, those memories come back, <br /> <br />the tears couldn't be held back <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My mind in turmoil, not knowing what to do, <br /> <br />I think of the obstacles I've gone through <br /> <br />This is it, I told myself, <br /> <br />and I stood on en pointe.<br /><br />Min Min Chua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballet-dreams/
