INK Poetry Read

The Dancer
​by Stephanie Sanborn '20

She spins like a hurricane in the middle of summer.
The audience roared louder than thunder.
Once she took her final step,
She exits the stage, taking a breath.
Her mind has a million thoughts, 
Racing around like a Nascar race.
Thinking about how her performance went.
Wondering if she did great. 
Looking at the judges score,
Her excitement soars. 
It soars higher than the clouds. 
Not ever coming back down. 
As she sees one 9 and three 10s, 
She hopes she can do it again. ​