Written while sitting on at my game with the carnival this past week. I did a lot of reflecting while helping out with the show I used to travel with as it was set up near where I work. In the picture above, I am the one wearing pink :) This was my game, the balloon dart and no, it was NOT rigged.
Here's where I sat all those mem'ries ago
wide-eyed and innocent, no better did I know
how the real world would treat me once I was through
but a person defined as an empty "Hey You."
"You" as defined by the pitch fork armed crowd
is an insult heralded by ignorance so proud.
I learned to walk away smiling though I felt otherwise.
I wouldn't let them see the tears in this "Hey You's" eyes.
Here's where I ventured into the unknown
of make believe monsters whose fierceness has grown.
Staring at the skeletons of so many summers past.
Feeling at ease and a sense of being home at last.
Here's where I lived before my heart was broken
and lived with lies that were never quite spoken.
Smiling kindly at the crowd as they pass.
Living like a portrait trapped behind fragile glass.
This is where I existed before I existed at all.
Before my defenses and impenatrable wall.
This world had sheltered me within its bruised arms
and taught me that life is full of alarms.
Here's where I sat all those mem'ries ago.
Eighteen years old with a traveling show.
Writing poetry and composing such songs
to remember a life that felt right but you called it wrong.
©May 11, 2006 Lori S. Maynard
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|Reviewed by Peter Paton
Life is what you make of it...
And when the going gets tough...the tough get going...
You certainly have had more than your fair share of knocks, nevertheless you have also received many blessings in disguise...if you could but realise...
A time to take stock again for sure...:)
Love and Peace