there was a doll who had a dream
to get away and free her mind
this puppet's cutting at her strings
sick of watching with hollow eyes
and these expressionless faces
her arms and legs are hers alone
not yours to pull and tug along
now there's a twinkle in her eye
a tear from joyous loneliness
alone without a hand to hold
this little girl without her strings
is just a doll waiting to be moved
she cannot do it without you
for she is not a real girl.
Author notes
i hope this one makes a point
♥*
Comments
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Thought-provoking...
A good, strong write, full of profound meaning. I like your metaphor. 
Peace,
Cyn
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I think this poem does have a very strong point. Until I left home, I felt very much like a doll tied up with strings. A good write. Thank you for posting.
Take care.
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