The puppet and the demon.
I’m a puppet to the demon of my fear
He pulls on strings invisible to me with complete control
He tells me when to fight, when to hold my tongue
He does not pull to tightly with fear of breaking the strings
Setting me free
The only way to take the strings from his hands is to give them to someone else
Someone I can trust
Letting this person dictate my day is my only escape
Through the depression, through the anger, through the want and the need
I feel I can no longer pull on these strings and need to open up
In a way give control of
My Heart, my Conscious, my soul……
But where will I find this person?
One that brings my hopes up lightens the hold on my weary heart, who gives me meaning full life???
Who could I trust with such a burden?
Even more who could I allow to lower this wall of glass that protects me from their ridicule?
Would I ever?
Could I?
Would, could I surrender my pride that connects me to these strings?
I’m a puppet to the world, the demon of my fears….
