Poems/Spoken Word

Mood

Do you know how to close a Squarebody door
Can I feel safe like once again I'm four
If Harold says it's okay to go to the truck and sleep
Then why am I waiting another week

You're freaked out by my contortion
And I'm stressed out by the absorption
Don't respect what my Mother taught me
Can't comprehend I need to be free

Can't join a circus because of their fear
But they forget all my trauma happened here
And I won't say that I fell on my wrist and hand
Because the blame will be played louder than a metal band

If I'm dissuaded from another Midway life to live
Why am I still alive if you strip me of what I have to give
Thought you could take me from my home and place
But my Circus family came back with more than one trace

Feels are the only thing that's real
Like Our Circus and me they're trying to heal
But someone always has to steal
I'm fighting and Harold trying to turn my wheel

Inigo even knows
He feels my lows
I feel he misses me like I miss him
I know where Im going but he saw where I've been

Its Inigo's blue batons in the light
And Dad's orange cane glow at night
William's orbs holding me up through the fight
Harold's driving so I can make a smooth right

And Mom's love
Here with Dad wrap up me in a hug
Because I don't like the pain I feel
My wrists and heart need to heal