Oh...
Yes, I remember this.
I've definitely been here before.
I remember the fist
clenching in my stomach,
twisting the wheel in my bowels
to make the corners of my frozen mouth
turn up, up,
yanking the string to make my head
bob, bob in sympathy,
tickling my ribs
to make my muffled voice say,
"Mmm, yes, I know, been there,"
for solidarity.
I've been a puppet in this dance
many a time
so it's nothing new,
don't worry.
I forgot, for the briefest moment
felt my heart lift
and my feet float
a few centimetres off the ground
letting myself believe
it might be possible, this once.
I've come to, though
so please don't fret--
the cocktail of your
sorrow and embarassed pity
would be poison in my throat.
My smile will be charming again
with my heart planted firmly in my chest
and my feet rooted solidly on earth
I will be everything you think I am,
soon enough.
Just give me a moment
to dry my eyes and catch my breath.
It's my fault, really.
After everything, I should have known.
(That's the shame with puppets, though.
Wooden brains never learn...)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow, love this, you have so many good lines here...
hmmmm lets see if I did pick a fav it would be a tie between:
"I've come to, though
so please don't fret--"
or
"My smile will be charming again
with my heart planted firmly in my chest"
this is so full of a self frustration/mockery and also great honesty. We all are puppets at one time or another and you portray it perfectly
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I can relate to feeling like a puppet on strings. It's so sad that the pattern keeps repeating because they never learn.
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Yepper
(That's the shame with puppets, though.
Wooden brains never learn...)
very true even though it's not true at the same time. i love the metaphorical value in this. great job.
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