Shadow Puppets


I still see you in the shadows.

It’s where you’ve always been 

casting shadows over my life

playing your part in its theatre

while staying hidden 

to project an image

which makes me feel

as manipulated 

as you surely are

behind that screen.


It will take courage 

to draw back the blind

to let me see your features,

let me see who you are

and who you can be

when you’re free,

when we both are free.


So step forward.


Step out of the shadows 

and on to the stage to greet me.

When I see your smile

we’ll rewrite our parts

free of the puppet master

and out of the shadows.



https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/02/fly-with-me-my-fancy-man.html


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