I feel trapped

Not being able to get out.

But I see the red exit sign yelling at me.

The red sign that says dance at its finest.

The red sign that I go towards every day.

Working for hours to get my escape perfectly.

Dance is my exit sign.

It lets me see the true meaning of perfection.

Working towards the goal of getting first place.

Dance lets me push until I can no longer go.

My mind moves endlessly,

Seeking all possibilities of the outcome.

What if I mess up?

What if I fall?

But, dance creates my mind to focus on the good.

My mind slows down,

My heart slows down, 

and my anxiety slows down.

Dance is my escape. 

Nothing is wrong when I am dancing.

The tide doesn't come up,

The sun doesn't rise,

And my thoughts stay still.

I could dance for what seems like forever. 

I love dance,

For many reasons.

But dance is my escape.

My eyes are always on that red exit sign.