Dawning Creations

Every other woman, nothing but marionettes

their strings are tangled

and mangled by their “owners;”                                                                           

they cannot disobey

they cannot find control

they cannot brave the system

every other woman, her head hung low in obedience

silent tear drops rush down her cheeks

for when her strings were released from her back

terribly alone she felt

see… this woman wasn’t like the rest

This woman wanted more than the mediocre

She wanted an authentic life

She longed for something true

Her strings dangled helplessly from her back

They tugged and were caught on jagged rocks

along her journey.

The voices that echoed in her ears

tore harder upon her strings

with each step she took, the more and more pain she felt

but she knew she had to keep walking

once she met a great cliffs edge,

into the dark water below she dove

once into the water, the waves ripped free

the loose strings that remained

with all her loose ends torn free,

she felt empowered

She felt for once that she was beautiful as she was,

different from the majority

and even though she was terrified, she felt calm.

The shore was bright and full of sunlight

she sat upon a smooth rock and pondered

her days to come

while still she lay, she heard a rumble in the distance

when turned her head, she was surprised to find

all the other women had their marionette strings intertwined.

They scrambled and ran a short distance, only to make their knots more taut.

The lonely and now free woman cried at their struggles.

For she once had felt their pain.

They were just dolls for another

they were simply pretty porcelain dolls for another persons amusement

They were bound by their strings

and society’s meaning for life

They were forced by the cruel hands of their “supporters.”

They knew not how to break free

The little woman cried until her eyes cried blood.

Suddenly, she had enough

Next to her appeared in her sight, a rock that was sharp

as the moon is bright

she ran with an agile speed

the blade whet and quick in her hand

soon down went the strings

the knot now a straight end

The marionettes lay still and confused

They waited, anxiously, for someone to command them to move

Their faces became long as they realized they were free.

They knew that they had to learn what it meant to walk without

their distractions and orders

soon, one by one, they stood and walked in a circle

Confused as they were, they stopped short of 7 feet.

The little woman watched close by.

She wondered when they’d make their move..

she wondered when they’d run as she had

most importantly, she wondered if they even knew how…