Black Swan

Ayomide Zara Mensah stood poised at the center of the stage,
her heart beating in rhythm with the soft strains of the orchestra
that filled the air. The spotlight above her bathed her in warmth,
casting an ethereal glow over her figure, a young ballerina in the
midst of a solo recital at the community event. The audience's
collective breath seemed to pause, awaiting her every move.
Her feet glided effortlessly across the polished wooden floor,
her body an embodiment of grace and precision.

Every movement, a prayer. Every turn, a testament to her years of
dedication. But deep within, Ayomide struggled. Beneath the
facade of her performance, a restless whisper echoed in her
heart. Am I truly enough? The questions she had buried for
years rose unbidden, threatening to unravel her focus.