Through an opening
walked I,
here, began to cry
for felt was an axiom
though transparent to naked eyes
with heart, realized.
With vision of child
witnessed marionette, of I,
dangling, judged
as each string got cut
until at last, fell.
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I’m always torn by the idea of a marionette with strings cut. On the one hand I feel rather lost and sad… on the other I’m happy that they’re finally free 🌷
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Very intriguing when it happens. Thanks for reading/commenting & do find contentment this day. 🌻
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Thank you and to you as well 🌷
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