My Dear, Marionnette,

Never looked ahead,
And refused to look behind,
She kept her eyes cast skywards,
And so remained confined.

They saw no need for her,
And she no need for them.
She only wished for liberation,
Instead she felt condemned.

She longed to be the wind,
To travel where she pleased.
Drift across an ocean's surface,
Climb up a mountain with ease.

She longed to be a flame,
That she might give light,
To have a sense of purpose,
And shine on through the night.

They say the morning stars were witness,
To a story sad to tell,
And the trees held their silence,
Near the place where she fell.

She stood amongst the corn,
Illuminated by the break of day,
She wished to be a rain droplet,
That she might fall away.