Puppet on a string

Puppet on a string

Emotional jerks and tugs
Hooked to her heart
Like the strings on a puppet
Making her play her part.

Abused constantly
Like a blackmailer's threat
Hitting her weak spots
And never letting her forget.

Societal norms and propriety
Had added drum beats to the tune
She had danced and whirled for many years
Till she became silently immune

She is tired now, benumbed by
The shed and unshed tears.
By the hurting barbs and heartless jerks
The strings have long ceased to instill fears.

To apathy and long endured habit
She had surrendered her will
All her life and even more
She felt, she had climbed uphill

Bruised and scarred deep in her heart
She felt it all the way to the core
Whether she is merely a puppet or not
She does not care anymore.

~ Krishna

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