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Stringless
She was a puppeteer
Who held strings
Making them dance the stages.
Sometimes they laughed
With great big smiles
Others, they cried with the ages.
She often wondered
About the man
Who stood behind a mask.
Though she did not
know the names,
She surely tried to ask.
Who are you?!
She'd scream til blue.
But he would never answer.
Where are you?
He'd echo back.
The two of them would banter.
Her strings were loose
As a great big goose
Was chasing her one day.
When she was dropped into a hole,
No longer could she play.
Sorry
Missing muses isn't good.
sad stuff
hugs,Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
No doubt about that! it's a
No doubt about that!
it's a fear thing I think.
To allow my heart to open like that again is such a risk...
Vulnerably, I stand... In my heart, I know I can.
Yet the fears creap in to my spirit within
who was attacked by forces unseen by men.
I've fought so hard to maintain faith.
My hopes are to save the human race.
For fear is what I'd believed to be
the opposite of love's decree.
Now unsure to the truths of this,
for in my belief, I found a glitch.
Fear and love go hand in hand.
For survival sake, i now understand.
(part of me still thinks that eliminating fear from my being will free me from the chains that are binding me)
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Letting fear
go, submit to God
and chains fall off!
keep eyes not on feelings...
you and me
,
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Eff fear! I keep facing mine.
Eff fear! I keep facing mine. And realize that all's just fine. :) Eyes looking outward instead of in on the feelings.
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