Believe, Dream, Inspire

I wrote this for a contest this year, I lost but let me know your opinion. Believe, Dream, Inspire She believed she could and so she would but it was never quite that simple. Her arms were too long her muscles weren’t strong and on her cheeks there was no dimple. The little girl with ragged hair could dream her days away but in the dark and dreary room was where she had to stay. The other children laughed at her when she talked about her dream and she would try to ignore them but often her tears would stream. She could practice all day long but nothing seemed to differ she was getting bonier and her legs were getting stiffer. One day she decided to just give up “I’ve dreamed and I’ve believed, but I can never be a star! This was not what I perceived!” She curled up in a ball and shed a single tear it hit the cold stone floor a light did slowly appear. The room changed into a magic world filled with open space her rags had turned into a dress and she had a natural grace. She twirled and whirled and leapt all night her feet growing numb her inspiration shining bright. Her heart beat, her own drum, this is the girl she could become.