A Puppets Perception

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about a puppet questioning its existence and longing to fully understand the world it was brought into.

Submitted: July 30, 2012

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Submitted: July 30, 2012



A hint of light pierces through
what felt like eternal darkness.
Who am I?
What am I?

I can't move unless you move me
I'm trapped inside this wooden shell
I hang from my rack and think all day
I swing back and forth as I ponder and dwell.

You have given me eyes,
and you have given me hands
To see and feel what I don't understand

I've yet to break free and explore this world
I'm confined by an army of strings
I want to know what it is to be unrestrained
I have so many questions about so many things

I understand that these strings are my crutch
I grasp that I am a tool
The thought of my creation seems twisted and mean
As I forcefully dance for you
As I lamentably dream.


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