The Puppet Woman Poem by Judy Meibach
The Puppet Woman
I feel alone and so afraid,
no one to hold my hand.
I need to travel life's path alone
make my own choices,
decisions
find my own way
What if I make the wrong turn?
You always choose,
decide the way for me.
That's not my path
it's yours.
Who am I then?
Someone with no choices, decisions
or direction of their own;
a human puppet,
a female Pinocchio
who dangles from your strings.
I want to be a real woman
with my own mind
who makes her own evaluations,
choices and creates her own life.
like these lines. want to be a real woman with my own mind who makes her own evaluations, choices and creates her own life. final decision after sad experiences. nice poem especaill at the end. dont like to be a puppet. thank u for sharing. invite u to read and comment on my poems too. thank u
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4/24/2024 5:14:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Judy, The journey to one's self can be lonely and difficult. Your poem touches on the damage caused by co-dependence. Self esteem comes when you master self love and self respect. Your poem is honest and cathartic...nice write. Peace, Ray Lucero