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#269627 - 01/01/09 05:23 PM Puppet on a String
Sacred_Sage Offline
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Registered: 12/19/07
Posts: 141
I am just a puppet on a string,
I dance my night away for you.
Pull this way and I will sing.
Pull that way and there I go
Laughing, dancing, till I turn blue,
But have you know,
Never again will you play with me.

A broken toy sitting on a bench,
Hanging there waiting for someone,
Though, I could use a little oil and a wrench,
I will wait no more for just this one.
The child that broke and bent me,
Who through me against the blank wall,
This child I do not wish to see,
I will no longer beckon to his call.

I am just a puppet on a string,
I dance my night away for you.
Pull this way and I will sing.
Pull that way and there I go,
Laughing, dancing, till I turn blue,
But have you know,
Never again will you play with me.

Just a broken toy sitting there,
Wondering why it cannot be fixed.
Its innocence taken unaware,
Its parts and gadgets all mixed,
Its strings and clothes a mess,
Huddled in the corner, staring…
I would be this puppet, I confess,
But I had friends who were caring.

I am just a puppet on a string,
I dance my night away for you,
Pull this way and I will sing.
Pull that way and there I go,
Laughing, dancing, till I turn blue,
But have you know,
Never again will you play with me.

That puppet and I are peas in a pod,
Both abused, both broken, both spent,
Not a hope, not a prayer even to God,
Not until my anger, my hate, I repent.
That child left me incredibly numb,
I weep, I cry, I scream some more
And not even a happy little hum
Will my mouth even dare to implore.

I am numb, angry, confused, and sore
I am weak, belittled, and lost.
But I am stronger at my core.
This work I do has a cost,
And oft I wonder what’s its worth,
But even a broken toy can play,
When we put behind us the worst,
Id rather be a broken puppet any way.

I am strong, happy, joyful, and more
I am smooth, clever, and brave
For I am a broken puppet no more,
And sometimes I may not behave,
But its just me finding my own way,
Breaking free of these bands,
And finding that I do have a say,
No one controls me but my own hands.

~Sacred Sage

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http://youtu.be/HL297ZTYVRM <---- In case you ever wondered what I sound like.

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#270351 - 01/08/09 06:48 AM Re: Puppet on a String [Re: Sacred_Sage]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Sacred Sage,

As I read your poem I was wondering when the word "control" would appear. That's such an important issue, isn't it? Trying to deal with the feeling, learned as an abused boy, that what he wants and needs doesn't matter, that anything can happen to him, that no harm is too great to be impossible.

Ypu're right. We can indeed regain control of our lives and find our way. We do have a say: others have done it before us, and now we will join them.

Much love,
Larry

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Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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