This is for Natasha's poetry challenge
Don't be a puppet on a string. - Michelle Liew
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They tugged my strings
With sugar-covered hands
I moved on cue.
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Till one day,
I stayed.
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Wood cracked.
Truth within shattered splinters
I ran away,
Unscathed.
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Now I prance
With the flowers in the breeze,
To no song but mine.
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This poem is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.
Just a short Youtube reading I created for this poem.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (11)
💙 perfectly done
Loved this!
This line “To no song but mine” really stayed with me. It feels so freeing and powerful. It’s like choosing your own rhythm after breaking free. Thank you Michelle for this beautiful piece! ♥
In charge of your own strings 🤩
I love the feeling of freedom at the end! I enjoyed the YouTube reading as well 😀
Oh, that feeling of freedom when you escape a narcissist! Loved the last line, Michelle!
Well composed, I loved your "reading"!
Very nice. This applies to all who have been manipulated for the desires of others and yet managed to break away.
Well-wrought! The puppeteer is as surely trapped by the strings as the puppet. Such is the play of power, which may only be overcome through strength.
That felt so liberating! Loved your poem and video! How did you create that video?
I like the victory in the end. Love it