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The Giraffe Cries

Dancing on a thread of silk - taut of pain,
balanced deep within the fear…
Swaying to the side in calculated energy,
breathing as the sweat begins to pour

Toeing the line with blinders on
only to face the evil waiting - miles above my last breath
Shambles become my life’s dreams,
as fifty or so exit the compact car below- all doors ajar

Pointing skyward with gloved fingers and flowered bonnets
they gasp - splashing red paint of severed smiles
and floating eyebrows, merely decorations placed by hand
and contractual obligations

The rings add up to three - yet left alone I find is me,
teetering of lost imagination and breath taking nuances,
blanketing the sawdust creations
of worries portrayed in a gallery of netted promises

It is calling now for my end - free falling with wings to spare,
a calliope whistles its crescendo beneath a tent
pitched and heaved in frustration,
riding the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts

Not worth the price of admission - I wave
as I exit this cotton candy dream world in search of the nightmares slowly unfolding
along platform bridges of age
and destined footpaths

The train departs…the giraffe cries

The tightness in your chest,
like a black hole is forming,
******* up every emotion,
except fear.
Then the shaking,
like an earthquake going down your spine,
you try to gain control,
but there is nothing you can do but wait.
Panic,
as the tears start rushing,
and you just want to be held,
but you must not be a burden.
You're too much work,
you're too much time,
you're trying to control his life.
You can see the red flags forming around you,
and if you were someone else,
who saw you,
you would run,
and so will he,
eventually.
I must not be a burden.
I must not be a burden.
I must not be a burden.
Everything closing in,
you lose control of your own body,
you crave the comfort of another,
but crave more to not be a strain.
Your making their life more difficult.
You just want to curl on the floor,
and let it all out,
all of the tears,
and emotions,
but you can't.
You know any minute someone is going to walk through your door,
so you must stay composed,
no matter how much it would help you now to have them,
letting loose could cause you to lose them forever.
Stay strong.
Just stay strong.
You beg to yourself not to make your pain visabul,
but you just want to be held.
Stay strong.
Just stay strong.