#371 – for my next trick
For Sunday Scribblings:
It’s circus out there.
you can see it in the street,
men acting like gorillas after a night in the pub
women sailing high on a trapeze of others compliments
It’s a high wire they tread.
It’s a circus out there,
all of us like ants to work we go
or fleas in a show never jumping higher
than the glass ceiling.
for my next trick,
I shall shed theses shallow expectations
and rise with my dreams
be the person I was created to be,
not the half measure of fear
but the free wheeling
into the blue,