The Puppet – 7

You said

Dreams are not

As real as

My wooden body.

This is only

How far

The strings would

Stretch…

 

I wouldn’t have bothered,

Had it been not

For the handles…

Or honestly,

Had it been not

For the destiny

That I could not

Pick up anyway…

 

Love is a one-way street –

Yes, me the street,

Where you stomp through

The same way,

Once, twice,

Over and over again,

Because, dreams

Surpass wooden bodies.

 

© Sana Rose 2015

 

 

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