This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Utah chapter.
Surface cold,
Silver, spinning wonder.
Dry hand high,
Another across the chest.
Legs push off!
With exhilaration and power,
I spiral forever.
Raw, gripping emotion,
Slides off the body
The audience cheers and pauses
Breath held,
Waiting for the next move,
The next pose.
But only passion for the art
Maneuvers the human.
With my head,
Full of thoughts.
One day that’s where I’ll be
On stage where my idols have stood
And together we will glide on the silver pole.
Exotic,
Powerful,
Sexy,
Every move is power.