Puppet Bearer

I see a metaphorical image
of a beautiful puppet
who dances not by threads of silk
but by the sturdy coils of rope.
It surely is enchanting
undoubtedly majestic,
a real wonder for everyone to admire.
Yet this puppet is
screaming silent words
of a forbidden secret
that no one can barely hear;
It’s ropes are too tight,
the poor puppet’s too forcefully bound.
Not one, but thousands of puppet bearers
are yanking it’s limbs
in a hundred different directions.
This puppet yearns not to be free
but to fall -
as painful as that may be
but the hard ground of reality
is a lot less exhausting
than living someone else’s dream.