Sweet Amy Cried

This is the second part to Sweet Amy Was Told...

Golden blonde hair pulled into a tight bun,
eyes resting on the glass mirror.
Raising her hand in the air to represent the
break of spring forming on the horizon.
Releasing the nervousness she felt from the crowd
with every step of her ballet slippers.

Remembering what it had once
been like to be performing in front of a stage.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

The music erupted into a chorus
of bird calls singing through the morning light.
Sunrise landing on the surface of the lake;
wanting Amy to take one last swim.
One final dip into the cool water
that once soothed even the most painful reaction.

To rid herself from the world of medicine
which had now become her audience.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

Nineteen year old Amy stared
through the window;
leaning on the edge of the world.
Swallowing every breath of the
cool morning air as it floated into her lungs.
One final breath.

Allowing the music to finish playing
as it brought her back to the
last moments of her childhood.

Before she had fallen prey to
an illness which had taken
almost every strand of soft blonde hair.
Thankfully, just about all of which grew back.
Sweet Amy do not cry.

For one moment, as the music died
in the background of the room,
Amy could see the shadow
of that same blonde haired girl.
The Child that once raised her hand to
dance and moved her slippered feet.

The young girl who had delighted
the eyes of viewers waiting for
the perfect dance. Perfect move.

And while she was not that
same innocent child at the moment,

she wore a golden ring
symbolizing the love she always wanted.
Sweet Amy cried.

*Third part coming soon*