Puppet
You say I expect a puppet
Someone to dance for me on a string
Controlled and dependent
But this to me means not a thing.
I am confused to hear I don’t listen
When the words I hear resound
With heart-felt replies, emotion
As always abound, are found.
To be denied blood in the name of the stubborn
To be turned down and round and out
To be shut out and rejected
Causes pain, anger, the desire to shout.
And it takes all within me
Takes that which I cannot claim to be my own,
A resistance necessary and impossible
possible to prevent
To see this overthrown,
And past the current funk
That hangs and suffocates
I look to the horizon,
Commit to memory and take
solace from the truth,
From the perspective we’ll soon possess,
Looking back
Moving on,
Back to all that matters,
Everything more
And nothing less,
Everything
and still
stringless –
puppet.
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