Shifting_ Puppet no more

Higher and higher I rise
my heart slowly floating away from despair
my soul gently gliding in the air...

I am shifting... sadness disappears.
The darkness recedes from within me.
It's fingers that chocked are no where in sight.

I am shifting... no longer cloaked
I reside in light...
As enchanting as the moon on a dreary night.

Now an expression tugs at my face.
It seems so out of place
yet this feeling I embrace.
My wooden mouth turns up in a 'smile'?
Is it really a smile?... now I am beguiled.

Once wooden hands touch upon my lips,
touch the corners of my mouth,
touch my hair and... what's this?

The strings that once held me have long since been cut.
The stage I once danced on has long since been shut.
I am no longer a puppet that performs at a whim.

I am something different...
something new and unclear.
something warm and soft spoken,
soft... yet not woven.

Rising to my feet
stumbling, but somehow complete.
That familiar spark comes to my eyes
yet not at command.

I am something different...
something new and unclear
something warm and soft spoken
something feeling and sincere
I am shifting...


Y.Tonell