No Hands

No Hands

The windsock is tethered, but swims
As long as the breeze flies by.
I stared at it for hours,
Wondering if we were the same.

When I looked down, the floor was gone,
Instead, I saw
just enough
Of myself in a mirror
That I desired to smash, destroy, shatter.

The urge for destruction grows inside.
I raise my foot and ready my power.

When I kick at the reflection
I am tugged backwards
And pulled further away from
It.

I follow the strings from my marionette
And found my own hands,
But I was unable to control them.

I looked at the mirror again.
It took me only a moment to
see
My own hands were missing.

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maven101 5 years ago from Northern Arizona

Look Ma...no hands !! A shocking revelation and realization that we are deluded in thinking we control our destiny...Many concealed forces contribute to the push and pull of life...

You have captured this enigma perfectly with the line:

" I follow the strings from my marionette

And found my own hands,

But I was unable to control them "...

Beautifully expressed...Thank you for this thoughtful morning treat, my friend...Happy and safe holidays to you and yours...Larry

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