Ramp Walk

Underneath the spotlight's cruel hug,

A heart roars, a deliberate speed.

Silk murmurs privileged insights on skin so exposed,

A hero's soul, an artist's request.

The snap of heels, a musical beat,

Certainty produced in rehearsed heat.

Head held high, an etched edge,

Possessing the runway, murmuring her name.

Each turn unfurls a story untold,

Eyes that puncture, a fire strong.

Glinting lights paint transitory dreams,

A brief impression, a world that overflows.

In addition to a body, however a spirit in flight,

Ready and wild, washed in stage light.

More than texture, a murmured supplication,

This is her story, so anyone might be able to see.

So let the music rise and swell,

This is her reality, an enchanted spell.

The slope a phase, a momentary rule,

A human material, carved with torment.

Be that as it may, through the battle, a victory sparkles,

A brief second, a universe of dreams.

For in this stroll, with each step,

She overcomes the world, with nothing to stow away.