In which I succumb to metaphor
A swallow flew into our ballet class just now,
and couldn't find the way out.
He (she?) flew from one end of the studio to the other,
back and forth, frantically looking for an escape.
Sometimes resting on the curtain rod,
so close to the open window a few inches below ...
We kept on with our glissades, pirouettes and waltzes,
and in the end didn't see the bird actually fly out the window,
but I heard happy chirping as it flew off.
While struggling to keep up with the steps
I couldn't help but liken the bird to myself at the moment.
Frantically looking for an exit,
But at least now I have a reprieve,
Laura has gone on a school camp
and for three days
her migraines, anxiety,
other symptoms and mood swings
are the school's problem.
Don't get me wrong, I love Laura dearly,
but I just need a break,
a rest on the curtain rod
before more frantic circling,
and hopefully one day
flying into the sunshine and fresh air.
Ballet credit: Microsoft. I don't dance that well!