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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