A puppet on a string.



Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet

ever again.

3 thoughts on “A PUPPET

  1. Susanne Leist January 29, 2015 / 7:08 pm

    Thank you. I hope you’re having a good winter without too much snow.


  2. kcg1974 January 29, 2015 / 6:48 pm

    Yes, “creepy,” but I really liked your words, Suzanne together with the awesome image!! Well done!


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