The Broken Ballerina

The broken ballerina
Now lies at the bottom of the chest
Arms and legs askew
Her tune no more to play.
Once full of grace,
A pretty face,
Now dirtied and distorted and out of place.

The broken ballerina,
Had once danced to great applause,
Had once danced to great delight.
Once dreamed of dance of greater cause,
Once dreamed of stages of gossamer light.

Who once across the stage she'd flown,
Now no longer takes steps her own.
Who once was held in high regard,
Now lain aside in coarse discard.

The broken ballerina,
Once so magnificent to behold,
Unparalleled in grace and beauty so bold,
Ethereal were the worlds she created,
But to linger in them it wasn't fated.

The broken ballerina,
Dreams and passions torn asunder,
As dance as she could, she can no longer.
Though limbs and body are now apart,
The greatest loss is her broken heart.



Footnote: feedback/ your interpretation is greatly appreciated :D