Glen Hope, PA USA
Like a puppet on a string, I lived;
he my Geppetto, always in control.
Everything guided by his moves,
my life not my own.
I could not feel.
I could not cry.
Heart inaccessible in my chest of wood.
I spent my life on a shelf,
looking down from above,
wishing only to be real.
I ran away one day,
but found myself in a world of lies
that didn’t live up to my expectations at all.
My wooden arms incapable of holding.
My wooden heart unable to love.
I hid in the circus of my mind,
put myself on display in a freak show
and dreamed of better things.
You came to me like a fairy in my dreams,
the reality of you unbelievable.
“Grant me life,” I begged.
“Let me live once more.”
“Free me with your love.”
I drifted back off to sleep
and awoke, alive, in your arms.
My wood is now flesh;
I move without strings.
Man can not discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
[This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 10-10-1999).]