Strings

Her desires were tethered to a dream,
silky cerebral threads that stretched into the sky,
and taught her to believe in magic,
holding it in her heart as a soft stuffed animal,
a wish teddy bear to hug at night
when the day served a stew of disappointed.

Playing the doll before others to appease,
painted her mask to obey,
but inside the stars still sang,
light unveiled the mysteries of cosmic twinkle,
as her mind exploded in countless shimmers of clarity,
streaming their truths within her head.

Still she preserves them in silence
while upon the stage where she performs,
because she was so hungry for approval
and no one wanted a seer of secrets,
no matter the love that shined in her thoughts.

Living where they craved clowns and fairy tales,
eyes guarded the mysteries kept in her head,
for she continued visiting in worlds unknown
while never sharing them for fear of persecution.

Within her charmed reality the visions kept her spellbound,
yet outside she dwelled as expected,
being a puppet upon another’s strings,
wasn’t a story she wrote for happiness,
still it brought its own strange sense of peace.