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Alone...Today I am broken
discarded yet relieved.
The past haunts me both as
cherished memories and dark truths.
I am truly alone!
Shifting_ Puppet no moreHigher 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 differ
Puppet dance Tears pull the strings of the puppets face
Each drop a cord that puts this puzzle in place.
My wooden jaw turns up in a smile.
My eyes blink rapidly somewhat beguiled.
These little puppet legs and little puppet hands
may be stiff and wooden,
but perform the puppeteers commands.
Who is this master?
The puller of my strings...
The see'r of my soul who makes me do these things
He gives life to every limb.
Tells me when to stay and when to go.
Without my puppeteer's guidance there wouldn't be a show.
Though constantly smiling with my eyes lit up like stars...
my body would remain lifeless
if in my masters hands it were never carved.
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