Ok this is my symbolism poem from school.

A Dancer’s Best Friend

Every dancer’s pointe shoes
Are their partner, and best friend
For they support each other
In each other they depend

The dancer may be sore and tired
And ready to collapse
But still she pushes onward
Still up to the task

The satin of the pointe shoes
May be ripped and torn
The satin that once was shiny
May be gray, and very worn

But even when they’re too worn out
And the box stops feeling hard
And when you know they’re almost dead
They don’t desert you, even then