The Circus

circus

A line dangerously high and fine

Invisible tight ropes between subtle realities

Be equally comfortable with great heights and long falls

Learn your feet well, how and when they need to walk

To and from are different directions

Choices and options

One, founded in the risk of the possibility to be hurt for the right reasons

The other, assured risk of the possibility to be hurt for the wrong reasons

One simply is love

The other merely seeking to feel loved

Different shows performing in the same circus

Walking tight ropes

~Alisa Hutton

Sitting In Sorrow

bench

I can’t be the glue that binds your attachment to me

Your heart isn’t mine, I should be free

I can’t fill a void that you’ll always feel

My love is too raw and rooted in real

The safe thing to do; keep me in your pocket for days that feel hard and lacking in connection

The other thing to do; make a choice and walk in that direction

It doesn’t matter how much I say I loved you yesterday, today or tomorrow

I am always going to end up

Filling empty spaces while sitting in sorrow

~Alisa Hutton

Shallow Waters

 

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Inhaling sadness

Exhaling only to make room for more

Laying still in her shallow waters

Lapping tides remind her she has felt the wash before

Blinking once

A familiar passerby walks around her, not to lose path of their own linear destination

Blinking twice

A second familiar passerby walks over her, not to interrupt their better path of linear destination

She closes her eyes only to be awoken by those lost on the belief of linear destination

Exhaling she makes room for more

Circular upwards, a lesson we all eventually learn

Like leaves blowing in the wind

She leaves them to lay alone in their destined shallow waters

~Alisa Hutton