a she story


Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time there was a puppet
who lived in a world that rejected her.
She often was ignored and mistreated
until she was nothing to herself.
Nothing.
Then one night, she threw open the door
and left that world to rotate around itself.
It had been doing that all along, anyway,
so she made a choice to leave.
And, she did.
She was tossed and torn by the winds
that blew about her. Twisted and broken,
she continued her escape from death.
Alone in her journey-it was the only way-
she found herself a new home.
A new world.
As she adjusted to the light of her new life,
she saw herself as something, someone,
a person of value. This world was hers and
she belong to it, became a part of it, grew
strong in it. Until, she was a woman.
A Woman.
Now she waits for no one. She depends
on no one. Her strings are cut.
Her puppet days are over.
She will no longer dance, play, move, sing,
or cry unless she wants to.
She is free and she is happy.

Kathy Lockhart
10/12/06






Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 06:55

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princess
i love this poem it was so good. and i can even relate to it personally. well done
2006-10-16


Jessica Rexroat
Oh auntie dear! You definately are no longer a puppet! I watched you cut those strings and walk on your own. You have arrived such a beautiful, vibrant, and sparkling woman. I smile whenever I see you because you are a living story of hope and triumph!
2006-10-15


Malin Johansson
Beautiful...
So many search for them selves and search to hard, beyond what we truly really are right now, but we let our selves be affected by the words that doesnt fit our profile but then we start to question the meaning the words that are said to us... or the bad moments we've been trough... instead of the value, the value of our own person, because we are all something, and we are worth so much more than doubt and disbelief...
A very good poem here Kathy, I enjoyed this one as you can see in my comment hehehe...
Hugs from Sweden
2006-10-13


Phyllis J. Rhodes
I danced the day those strings were cut! I party at each new revealation of your worth and freedom. I love the story and I love that it's true!
2006-10-12


Arti
Move on, Princess. I think the puppeteer's days are over. Great statement!
2006-10-12


loomer
Fuck the puppet!
2006-10-12


keith nunes
wow! a tour de force kathy. a statement if i ever heard one. i am woman hear me roar!
2006-10-12


wee2souls
lovely write my mommakac:)
love
cindymac:))
2006-10-12


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there Kathy this is a wonderful tale and you should post more of these narrative texts rgds mike
2006-10-12


BlueyedSoul
a fairy tale i think not...just a lovely tale of truth and hope
and a moral lesson for all women

wonderfully written

~Blue
2006-10-12


Saga
Move free puppet, move free as a woman!!!
2006-10-12