Chains of Silk

For as long as I can remember, I have been a marionette doll. Abiding the will and command of a higher force, a slave to a master. Everyday, I come out of my box, my dark prison when my master has no need for me, and I dance. That's all I do. I twirl in my pink little ballerina outfit, forced to entertain. By someone who pulls at my strings, making me dance all day long. I look happy and care free, when I am in a world of torture. Everyday. Pulled by my strings, that strip me of my free will, rip at my soul, and poison my dreams. They have become my being, my reason for existing, and I hate them. These chains that hold me back and keep me from living my potential, and my dreams.

For I want to be free. To be a real dancer, not some puppet. I want to live out my fantasies. To run and dance. An open field, a bright stage, these are the places I want to call home. I want to unlock my inner potential, to spread my wings as far as they will stretch. I want to dance what I feel, what I see in my heart and soul, not what someone else sees in me. To be applauded for what I do, this is my one dream. But for now, I am trapped in chains of silk, forced to obey my master.

Suddenly, I hear a voice in my head, a calming safe breath of air in my world of misery and abidance. It says that it is going to cut my strings, so I can see what I can be without my puppet master. My hopes lift up. This will be my chance. The one time that I can dance of my own will. To be free of my chains, free of my master, who torments me everyday. I am raised. I can see the scissors above me, my silver saviors. They are in position, ready to free me from my old life, so that I can be born again. Then, they slice. I am falling, I see the ground. I am ready to start my new life. I hit the ground, but I don't move. I just lie there for eternity, letting time wear my body. For I am a marionette. I need my strings to move me. The chains that held me back were the one thing that let me live. Without them, I am but a corpse, a lifeless shell, a being without use.

Without my master, I am nothing. I am forever his slave, his plaything. His Marionette, trapped in chains of silk.