Tears of a Clown

I wonder do clowns shed tears

for every child that is in fear of them,

the look of terror in their eyes.

It is a shame that something that started as being jovial and amusing

could stoke such fears.

White mask, red lips, hair and nose

but as I continue to write this

I start to shudder

remembering when I saw

my first and last clown.



It’s hard letting go

especially if it’s a dream

you’ve sought after,

a dream that took everything

but gave nothing back.

It’s not easy letting go

but what happens when a dream becomes a nightmare?

do you continue to  salvage what remains and build something new?

or simply let go and just take it as a lesson learned.