Puppets

Puppets around me

rest inside, as words

heavy, call me names

I brood I blame

I throw them away

cannot forget,

they come back again

stand on my way

pretending to empower

without them I cower

their company I regret

I become their puppet.

One fine day,

a puppet goes away

I look at the mirror

there’s no trace of horror!

I bring all the rest,

one by one

very slowly I set them free

under my own behest

release with kindness, from me

they are done

feeling new, I know I have won.

Addiction of power has left

I meet those dolls again, from time to time

I'm not threatened with puppet words

I have cleaned my clouded

discolored intellect

marionettes dancing light,

right in front of me

with their soul and their mind,

words coalesce, sing and rhyme.