Thursday, August 21, 2025

The Observer

A message from the marionettist 

Please know I wish I could walk beside you

And for awhile in late morning I believe I can

Movement echos with belief


Inevitably by afternoon heat radiates my muscles

Doubt grows to acceptance

The world is no longer my domain

Caged without bars

Service to my family has been my purpose

But it dissolves

My role now unable to be played

My absence is now the burden 


By evening I only pretend to be there

My body a barrier

Disconnection to those I love

Relationships strained

Pain waves radiate


I watch it all before me

The trails I want to walk

A voyeur to my life

Silence muffles the pain

Engagement no longer an option

Retreat


I wonder if this is it now

Death while alive

The marionettist grips on to the last of bit of involvement

But even that slips away

I exist and observe

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