Getting past; going beyond. |
A plaything, nothing more. You tied me with lies: Hands, feet, jaw. Mere marionette manipulated by Puppet Master. Staged performances nightly. Dancing by controller command to music composed on broken piano with missing strings. You held all the keys. Silent, only able to speak when fingers pried mouth open, and then-- only proscribed words with doubled meanings. Safer that way. Tossed in darkened closet in jumbled heap of contorted limbs when bored-- until mood surged. Playtime always staged. Scissors left in reach cut skin to cut string. No support now for the broken. Wooden movement is still movement, after all. Away is a good place to be. Scars fade as life returns. Independent movement--dancing forward, composed. New symphonies created: infinite choices of music. I heard your fingers were all broken in jail. Bones in your hands mangled. Barely able to even hold a spoon let alone conduct orchestrations ... Gods have listened; karma decreed. You have become nothing more than a puppet called to perform at someone else's whim. Spare parts of little use: still clueless -- now keyless. Rage, fear drain away; puddle in celled sewer. No one pulls my strings. Prompt for: Feb 23 (Fyn/Ren) Subject or Theme: New Year's are the time to let go off old hurts and attempt forgiveness or a going on in a new light. It might be a huge hurt or a little one. Word(s) to Include: jumble, key, pry. Use the words I, ME and MY only ONCE each in the poem. (or any derivatives of these words) Forbidden Word(s): he, she, his, hers. (or any derivatives of these words) Additional Parameters: Min 24 lines Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description. |