Dazzling smiles guide my wobbling limbs.
I sense the drug of fame kicking in.
These strangers have formed me into a world phenomenon.
and lifestyle scream “Look at Me!”
My gown tingles like silk against my skin.
The fans tremble into a tizzy
when they see the wave I practiced for hours.
The sensation of importance
is embedded into every twist I create.
Sadly, I have to face reality.
My dress transforms back into a raggy blanket.
The screaming audience is only a CD in the background.
The idea of blending in felt
like a gift I could never accept soon enough.
Although now as I look back,
all I desire is to grasp that special appeal again.
The blinding difference that once sent
people running to me is a dream I want to follow.
But maybe chasing that desire
makes me miss what gifts I already possess?