Puppet Poem by Nick Downer

I am a puppet.
You can't see the invisible strings,
but they're there,
holding me up,
determining my every move.
They attach me to things
that I want to be free of
and tie me to hands
that don't care.
I'm made to look stupid,
put in reach of something wonderful,
that is just
one step too far.
Sometimes I get so close
to just walking away
from the unbearable grasp,
but inevitably the strings
always yank me right back