Theatrical Eggshells
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The last footfall drove razor edges
of broken egg shells into my soul.
A marionette to your want and whim,
strings became toughened steel cable.
Puppetry to emotional manipulation
you set me to dance only for you
in fantasy scenes that you created
to make a reality of the lies told.
You stood in your virtuous spotlight
while you thought the locks held me.
I slipped the theatrical imprisonment
to breath free air on the mountain.
My soul, given time to heal, ran me
far from your drama to unravel each
contorted storyline back into truth.
To make apology to wrongfully hurt.
A different sodium spotlight shines
upon you now as the oppressed rise,
find their long silenced voices and
speak out about the tyranny imposed.
Once more you are a star attraction.
Once more you try weaving fantasies.
No longer will I perform beside you.
No longer will your lies be believed.
Tom Tigger "Pet" Frisky
- 8 years, 7 months, 8 days ago