Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Bears Can Dance and Sing

Leaning back in my swivel chair, attempting to keep warm on this cold winter's night, I can't help ponder what someone said to me recently.
It's no secret what they did indeed say - I suppose it just caught me off guard is all.

They said that inwardly, no matter how 'all-together' they appear to have it, they're actually deteriorating. It's like they're at a circus - that the acts performed at every show have been rehearsed - laughter and excitement almost expected from the onlooker. 

The more I think about it, the more I'm beginning to believe we're all similar

Some of us are the clowns - our identities hidden beneath a mask of white - encouraging ourselves that we ourselves will be happy if everyone around us are.
Some of us are the acrobats - taking a chance and leaping through the air - all in an attempt to prove 'we've got it in us', that we can do it given the chance.
Some of us are the lions - brought into a world and beaten until we follow the rules - subjected to a small cage backstage when all the guests have returned home for the night.
And the rest? The rest of us are the tightrope walkers - walking a fine line between imagination and reality - not knowing whether to let ourselves fall and hurt - feel -  or to continue attempting to perfectly balance all the elements in our lives. 

My conclusion, my gentle audience at home?
We're never leaving this circus.
So how about cheering each other on once in a while...a little encouragement.

Kimberley Doreen x



A Little Poetry to Start the Day.



‘The feeling of existing only within yourself is suffocating.
It is as though you are under water, unable to surface.
To see the light, to see people; yet remain unable to communicate;
To express, to feel; is to die.
Truly die.
It is to slowly wither and decay within yourself; facing the most

Hideous death of all’