The Stage: Slashing my Marionette’s Strings

Dummy Wood Figure by Luca Finardi on Pixabay

My life –before–
resembled that of a large-scale puppet show
with exquisitely decorated marionettes–
strings attached and performing with ease
on society’s stage.

Wooden limbs bobbing up and down.
Ventriloquists magnifying sound,
as an army of eager children
soaked messages in.

Looking back on it now,
I put on one hell of a show…
After all, I followed their script to a T.

“This is what I’m supposed to do,” I thought,
as the strings carved lingering scars
on my hands and feet.

But one day –as quick as a switch–
I woke up
and slashed the strings,
while the baffled audience stared …
bewildered.

Yet, remarkably,
I didn’t care.

I was free.

Free from the strings.
Free from the sounds.
Free from the stage.