Adam's p.o.v
She is a sick ballerina dancer
battling breast cancer. She
ties a pink satin ribbon around
a tree. Chemotherapy steals her
hair, but never a heartbeat. She
is as light on her feet as air. She
is as old as time itself. Against all
odds, her pink heart of gold continues
to hold on tight until the next forty eight
hours. In this sanctuary of flowers, twilight
passes by while she loses her powers. The
audience throws red roses in her direction.
She is caught up in a wave of emotion. She
takes a bow knowing this dance might be her last.
The world turns black before her eyes and yet
she stays hopeful.
