My Passion, a Rarity

The thing that makes me awesome? A rarity

Because not many people are wrapped up in silks as a profession

My body encased in the cacoon of red

And the trapeze: the wings with which I fly

The circus is my home in the desert of life

A passion greater than the sea returning to kiss the beach

Oh sure, I’ve fallen

But I’m always told to pick myself back up and I do

My battle scars bleed and dye the silks red but they only make me stronger

My final breath will be taken from in the air

And then into the air I will return

This poem is about: 
Me

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