A Piece on overcoming depression, inner turmoil, and rejoicing in celebration. Knowing you are #necessary
“God Circus” (A #Necessary epiphany)
day, when God ordains life to hand you a Circus, make a grand ceremony of your limbs in an act of revel and amazement, lights screaming color as loud as the effervescent sea of congregation watching your every move as if your steps were prey for feasting eyes, your bones rearranging into a machine with a gorgeous praise waiting on the other end of the beat.
Instances per hour, you will have to convince yourself
That your will is bold ringmaster.
Your voice a calliope whistling a truth
that can be heard being sung from many miles.
Do not ignore the strength of your resonance.
Your hands are a ten ringed circus,
Ready to set the sky in a blaze of imagination,
tipping stars off balance until you gain complaint notes from Libras.
SCREW the constellations...
they don’t know your STRUGGLE!
The many times your wrists were
the uneven jagged muse for steel contortionists.
How you trapezed your way through depression until
you wanted to make a disappearing act of self.
How swallowing your pride was a fire eater’s composition,
And corde lisse was a heavy mistake your neck couldn’t loop out of.
Jumping through hoops the
Size of a cheerio for
Friends and family,
when you’d barely step
through your opportunity’s
door..is flawed routine.
“Selfless,” has been a
part of your show always. Your
Trampoline heart that
all could bounce back from.
While you remain tumbling fool,
Making it this far.
All of the times,
We made silly clowns
of ourselves. Red nosed
amalgam of crushing insecurities
Hiding behind powdered masks,
Exhaust shielding smiles that
tired your soul, trying
To find inner comfort.
When you began tightrope
Hoping not to fall,
Weaving your endeavors into
safety nets for dismount,
Often drinking and sex
turned you human cannonball
landing on the wrong
side of irrevocable consequence.
beasts inside of you, each with the face of past lovers
You thought could be tamed by a stranger’s lips,
If only choice was just as random.
The brush of their hands, a maze you didn’t want to get out of
But you were always an escape artist, Jellyfish, daring devil.
6 (is 9).
In the circus profession,
Morphing felt into different shapes of hats is called Chapeaugraphy.
How many hats have you found yourself wearing when world felt different?
When nothing went according to plan
in juggling act of pleasure and keeping roofs over heads.
When deciding between eating today or chasing dreams tomorrow?
Sacrifice, is hitting rock bottom and the bottom hits back
TWICE as hard, grabbing you by the throat screaming
“YOU MOTHERF@#$*&, AINT DONE!”
Encore! Round of applause!
You will often be your only audience
the biggest elephant in your empty room.
No one can be greatest supporter of you like you can.
Learn to treat this notion less like default and more birthright.
Do not transmute alone into loneliness
Let love do its bidding, The show...will go on.