Short, Short, Short

I. Am. Short.

But so what?

Wish it was that easy. I want the long arms, legs,

hands. I want the long,

elegant line when I dance.

Try to tell myself that's

it's ok.

Can't find the confidence.

They'll see,

they'll know that

it's not there.

It will show. That has to

come from the inside or

I won't ever be any good.

I. Am. Short.

There just aren't

Any

Shortcuts.

That's all.

"That's all"! Hardest

lesson I may ever learn.