Words of truth, lies, struggle, and hope
Uncommon bravery is woven in your narrative
Can you tell me the tale of your big tent life?
Sights, and sounds. Colors! Lights!
A sweeping trapeze of loves purloined away.
Walk me through the menagerie
The tame, the wild, the extraordinary.
Do you trust enough to guide me through
the grimy side show?
Your bearded lady, snake man, the strange
The smells of salty and sweet
permeate the imagination.
Bark me the tale of your big-top life
It holds a thrill of possibility.
“But how could you live and have no story to tell?” -Fyodor Dostoyevsky