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Marionette

Behind the curtains that surround the stage,
Hidden within the depths of his memory, she
Holds her position, and with the greatest of precision
She begins to manipulate her living marionette,
With a hidden control of her strings that would make even Geppetto jealous,
Though, her strings are not wasted on mere physical extremities,
These invisible lines are attached to his mind,
Intertwined with the fibrous lines of his emotions,
Embedded deeper than any other puppeteer’s strings,
Into the essence of what makes him a living human being….
She manipulates his soul
While for the normal person the very act of hoping
And dreaming occurs naturally,
But the unfortunate truth embedded within his reality,
Is that the birth of every dream only leads to another emotional casualty
You see, like a normal man living by design, he
Sometimes allows his mind to open the doors to other living realities,
Like caring, nurturing and loving another woman unconditionally,
But every time he tries to step through that door, his emotions are pulled,
Pulled by that very string tied to the depths of his memory,
Cloaked in the evil that is their history,
It begins to force its way through,
And like the most potent of poisonous venoms it begins to,
Suck the very life from his dream, and regardless of anything
That he attempts to do, he succumbs.
And while the sulfurous sting of sadness fills his lungs, he
Regains control of the only thing he still holds of his own,
He pulls those tears from the backs of his eyes,
Guides them through the gaps of his puppeteer’s intertwined lines,
And only allows them to flow on the inside.
So the next time you question the pain in his eyes,
And he simply replies that a man never cries,
Realize the true reality of what it is that you are seeing.
That while you may choose to shed emotional tears,
He simply chooses to work between the puppeteer,
And is most likely internally bleeding.

Forever Flowers

I saw a flower today and it reminded me of you
Not only due to its aesthetic appeal, but
Because like you, despite living a life
Of being battered, bruised and passed by
It still manages to exemplify
The essence of immaculate beauty

Scars caused by the harshness of the world, yet
Managing to still hold enough of the sun within
While developing the strength to grow against the wind,
Instead of becoming a casualty of this world’s sin
Its petals still find a way to radiate
With a vibrance normally reserved only for the stars

And such is the image of you…
For you alone have developed a level of mastery
In the ability to conceal those wounds internally,
And although you bear the scars emotionally,
Within the worst of your reality you’ve captured beauty,
And on the surface you exemplify beautiful imperfection

And though it may seem as if below those petals
Your heart and soul are often on the verge of a loss
Know that within that place where your internal conflict lives,
Enough of your pure essence still exists
The truest luminescence through any abyss
And you will radiate as beautiful as the most vibrant of flowers.