Handmade

A puppeteer,

happily laughs.

Eagerly steers,

a narrow path.

Pulling my strings,

making me fling,

giving me wings,

dance as he sings.

Well entertained,

as he creates.

Knowledge ingrained,

he gives as traits.

Gives me a life,

that he designs,

opens his eyes,

while closing mine.

A breath of light,

planted inside.

Provides insight,

serves as a guide.

Hides far behind,

thoughts in my mind,

feels undefined,

and so divine.

By Grace Y. Estevez

From: United States

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