Puppet on a String

by Callen Damornen

Puppet on a string

Dangling at the whim

Of something beyond

What it can control.

Make it dance

Make it twirl

Make it sing

Make it play.

The puppet lives

Aware of control

Wanting to live

Without a master.

No joy in dance.

Spinning is sad.

Song is blue.

Play is weak.

Wearing the mask

To hide the face

Enveloped in pain

Not allowed to feel.

Cut the strings

Jump from the stage

End the pain

Severe the ties.

Freedom from control

Freedom from master

Freedom to be or

Freedom not to be.

© 2008 Callen Damornen