I wrote this poem yesterday. It just came to me out of nowhere, so I just decided to go along for the ride. It follows the grueling grind of a puppet’s life and its personal struggle.
With a tug and pull, I’m brought to life
I’ve danced for peasants and kings
I do not want to live this strife
Forced to wear a smile but bound by strings
People laugh at me, not with me
My pride is in your praise
That’s why I dance around with glee
And keep this proud steady gaze
I want to pluck my strings ever so much
For if I do so, I’ll cease to exist
They are my lifeline, so I must not touch
It is so tempting, but I must resist
My time has come to an end; back in the box I go
If only I could pluck these strings before the next show
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved