Mine is a circus,
a one-man show.

I’m a ringmaster
‎­     In-charge and in control
‎­     With my whip and a rein
‎­     I lead life proud or vain
I’m a bouncing acrobat
‎­     Swinging on a trapeze
‎­     Breathless on a tightrope
‎­     I slip or somersault
I’m a clumsy juggler
‎­     Of choice and relationship
‎­     Of job and passion
‎­     And of yeses and nos
I’m a Poi dancer
‎­     Flirting with the fire
‎­     I either burn or tame the flames
‎­     Grasping my desires
But most often than not
‎­     I simply clown around
‎­     Amid twinkling lights and dusty trails
‎­     I smile for better days

Life is a circus,
it comes and it goes.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Even Monkeys Fall from Trees and The Daily Post prompt: Circus