She twirls and glides across the floor,
all alone with depression as her choreographer.

Her heart, once filled with love and light,
now heavy with sorrow, it's hard to fight.

With each step, she relives the pain,
every move a reminder of what remains.

Broken promises, shattered dreams,
the loneliness and heartache burst at the seams.

A once vibrant spirit, now drained,
lost in a sea of grief, like a ballerina in chains.

Every leap and pirouette, a defiance,
dancing with demons, a violent alliance.

But in the stillness, she finds a glimmer of hope,
a light that shines in the darkness, like a rope.

She dances through the pain, finding her peace,
her movements, a much-needed release.

Through the tears and the heartache,
she listens to the beat,
a rhythm that's deep within, a victory, a feat.
She dances alone, but not really,
For her spirit soars with each leap and spin,
feeling free.

So let her dance with her heart broken,
for in her movements, a new strength awoken.

She finds her way, through the pain and despair,
dancing alone, but not really....
with the music as her prayer.