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Circus life

pepperpepper Posts: 155
Falling through the cracks of this world
I find myself
treading the fine line
between reality... and what is real.
My circus training being
the only thing keeping me from slipping
Am I to be grateful?

The audience applauds as I keep my balance
Gasping
when it looks like I'm about to lose my footing.
I catch their sighs on my toes
and dangle their fear from my feet
Their faith!
hanging, on my outstretched arms.

Nearly there. I can see it
in the audiences' eyes, the net!
But I pause. I halt. I stop. I turn
I take my outstretched arms
and I point them, magnetically towards the sky
I turn their faith into feathers, and I dive.
Leaving reality... for what is real.

The ringmaster faces the audience
his eyes without eyelids, black as inkwells
he assures them...
all is well
that this is all part of the act.
Of course...
they know that.
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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    justamjustam Posts: 21,392
    Better than average, as usual. ;)
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    Ms. Wes C.addleMs. Wes C.addle Posts: 2,559
    Well done.

    (I really need something new to say about your poems. Can't ever find the proper words for them.)
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