Once Upon A Time...
Once upon a time there was a puppetwho lived in a world that rejected her.
She often was ignored and mistreated
until she was nothing to herself.
Nothing.
Then one night, she threw open the door
and left that world to rotate around itself.
It had been doing that all along, anyway,
so she made a choice to leave.
And, she did.
She was tossed and torn by the winds
that blew about her. Twisted and broken,
she continued her escape from death.
Alone in her journey-it was the only way-
she found herself a new home.
A new world.
As she adjusted to the light of her new life,
she saw herself as something, someone,
a person of value. This world was hers and
she belong to it, became a part of it, grew
strong in it. Until, she was a woman.
A Woman.
Now she waits for no one. She depends
on no one. Her strings are cut.
Her puppet days are over.
She will no longer dance, play, move, sing,
or cry unless she wants to.
She is free and she is happy.
Kathy Lockhart
10/12/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 06:55
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