Circus, Circus

I’ve always thought I should’ve jumped that circus train
Taking me places
Where you get paid for flying by the seat of your pants
Like those trapeze artists do.
Or by simply being different
It becomes a line on a resume
And someone finds some value in your flaws.
How about courageously facing fear in its face, whether it be a lion, tiger or bear
And it becomes entertainment.
One ring,
Two rings,
Three rings,
Organization amidst the confusion.
Laughter, applause, amazement.
And somehow it all makes sense as you get to do it again and again!
Day after day, night after night, weeks become months, months become years…
A circus performer I might become yet.

About Shelley

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One Response to Circus, Circus

  1. Blair says:

    LOL – Shelley, you are too cute for words! I’m finally getting a chance to make it by (you would not believe the chaos in my life right now). What an adorable Blog you have here! Thank you for sharing your address with me – I’ll be back!

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