The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along
She was once optimistic and filled with joy
But that way of life soon came to an end
Her mind was used as a distorted decoy
The distraction that consumed her entire world
She wanted something to change
It didn't matter if that were good or bad
She wished she could take a stand
And sometimes imagined that she had
Under the influence of a higher strength
She patiently waited untouched
Looking to anyone for the answers
With the piece of hope that she clutched
Was she weak or a diamond in the ruff?
Passing her by without looking twice
She knew this life would be tough
But she never got to roll the dice
Succumbed to her controller, she falls short
This won't be her last match
The strength she's building inside will be enough
To make that final catch
The thin, torn strings are starting to break
Soon the puppet will be free of the ache
Feeling Helpless
The puppet was me. I still feel like that sometimes. Last year I had to break the strings. I was in an 8 year relationships. I was his puppet. Whatever he said to do, I had to do it or he...
Puppet
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018 with permission of the Author.
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