Obeying your wishes,
Doing your deeds,
Not resisting the ways you pulled me around,
Did I dance perfectly back then?
I did everything you wanted me to
I was your marionette
I started to cut a few strings
You dropped the threads one too many times
You jerked me into motion when I was in pain
I didn’t want to dance, but I preformed perfectly for you
You would said it was inevitable I would dance my own way one day
But when I cut a few strings,
You were ready to replace them with sharp wire
Simply to control your marionette
In the time you’d drop the threads and let me do as I pleased,
You’d pick them up again the second I did something you disliked
But I cut a few strings,
So you couldn’t stop me so easily
You wondered why have a marionette,
If the marionette can’t be controlled very well
I severed more and more strings,
But I still mimic the old dance
Just to please you a little
You have a hard time stopping me now
I’ve cut every string you use to manipulate me
There are still the unseen binds that hold some degree of control over my mind,
But I shall sever those soon
I dangle by a few strings now
Just enough not to fall
But you have no control over me
The way I dance is entirely up to me
I’m not a very good marionette, now am I?
These last few strings are being pulled to their maximum
But I don’t want these ones to break too soon
If they do, I’ll only find myself bound tighter than ever before
With the binds on my mind gone,
But I’d have no control over my body
There’s a name for that:
And it’s “a broken marionette”
I’ll break them when there’s something below me to land on
In truth, I doubt they’re going to hold that long
The fall will be far
I can’t lie: I’m afraid of what lies below
Because I could very well become your marionette again
But no matter what happens,
I will always have my memory
And my dream
The strings are always removed at some point,
You just didn’t want to slowly remove them
Like most puppeteers do
The normal puppeteer has faith in their marionette, right?
Maybe it’s not just that marionette that’s at fault
Even if I become you marionette again
I’ve got my future
Even the strongest of wills can flicker out,
But I know I can endure
Because I think I see the shadow of the ground below me already
I’ll never be your perfect marionette again
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How apropos... a child could say this to a parent, a girl to her "guy", a student to their mentor... ah, so many situations this could so easily fit into. And selfishly, I shove myself and my own situation to the forefront and see myself... breaking free from a dizzy spell of abuse... one thread at a time. (soft smile)
I have written three comments now for this poem, the previous two were eaten by my loving internet...I hope this one works...
Anyway, this is a great piece, I find it quite haunting mainly because of how truthful it is in the comparisons of humans and puppets. And it is wonderfully written as well.
The last three stanzas are by far my favorite, I really enjoy the tone that you have set in them, I can't really explain why, but it's really well done.
Again, wonderful piece!
I love the comparison of humans to dolls and puppets. Does that mean I'm crazy? xD
Well written, I loved the way it ended, that you wouldn't be perfect.
Great job, and keep writing.
-Laur
The creativity in both thought and form pulled at me, the verse clever in sound on sound echoed in my ear and mind, genuine in nature and presentation, feelings of in measure allowed the reader to share the authors intent, cutting edge..
Walt
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