You are master
and I your puppet
you pull those strings
to get what you covet
Walk barefoot on my back
and expect me to lie still
move those strings forward
so I’ll bend to your will
Now that the strings
have been broken by your hands
you don’t like where you are
with no mat to stand
I’m walking on my own
I’ve never needed your thumb
and you can’t reattach strings
once the damage is done
How does it feel –
is it cold in my shadow?
You thought you could break me
not all of us are hallow
I’ll rise again
just wait and see
I’ve seen hell
you don’t frighten me
So strike your match
but be forewarned
it is by your own hands
you will find yourself scorned
©Kristian L. Weigman
This metaphor is perfect for the emotions and feelings you provoke in the reader. As the strings have been cut by the puppeteers own hands, it is less a sense of escape, and more a sense of revolution. The puppet’s world, through no action of their own has vastly changed and it is an odd gift, for now there is no truly going back to the way it was. Powerful and well written! ❤
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That’s exactly what I was going for. Thank you!! ❤
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That’s the creative genius, strong, independent woman I married. Not going to lie, it turned me on.
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😉 ❤
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Powerful words!
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Thank you!! ❤
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You’re welcome 😉
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YOu sound so scary… 🙂
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Lol. Good!!!
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This a different side to you 😀
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There are many layers to me, Simon!
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It seems so… That’s not a bad thing 😀
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Not at all! 🙂 I’m discovering new things about myself all of the time!!
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That’s a good thing… keep discovering 🙂
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Cutting and powerful. Well done, Kristian. 🙂
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Thank you, Rob!
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