Edgar Degas, Ballet Rehearsal, 1873, oil on canvas
It's not always like this.
I promise you, love,
it's not always like this.
It's not always a mess.
It's not always a disaster.
It's not always hard,
and exhausting,
and endless.
It's not always missed steps.
It's not always falling down.
It's not always feeling one step behind.
It's not always like this.
Eventually, my dear,
it gets better,
and some of the things,
the things that matter,
work out just fine.
Remember this poem? Well, it started me off on an ekphrastic project working with Degas' ballet paintings. So, here's another product of my attempts.
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