Power high above
you torment me!
Pulling my life apart
playing with me,
like a puppet on a string.
But my life is mine,
and mine alone.
You don't get to control me.
I do.
You're just holding a string
attached to nothing.
Because I cut it.
Leaving you with no puppet.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Created July 10, 2020 I forgot what inspired this poem, but enjoy! Comments are welcome
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Oh i read into this that thing which so many have injected into their fearful childhood minds and haunts them for the rest of their lives.... god, heaven and hell and all that stuff.
Me and many like me cut those strings and found freedom.
Religious types lost in their bible babble etc need to be reminded that love, goodness, charity, and a wholesome way of living and caring existed long before some bloke invented their way of thinking.
I related to your piece in this way and found it most enjoyable. So much so that i'm adding it to my favourites.
Oh, I remember now. I’m not a religious person, but I do believe the universe has its ways.
Thank you so much❤️
In recent times I have cut that string from that 'alleged' power from above and am now so much freer in my own life.
Andy
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