Vittime delle nostre aspettative

Pull Your Own Strings

We are connected

in invisible ways

to our fears

we are the puppet

& the puppeteer.

the victims of our

expectation.




Silken threads pull,

arms & legs

flop and jangle.




We dance to the music

of our fears

bodies crouched inside

children hiding, pretending,

under that rock

behind that tree

someplace, everywhere

not what we control.




Pull your own strings

move into your body

& to the beat of life

cut your strings

hold out your hand to

the unknown,

walk in the dark

open your arms

to the embrace of air,

make them wings

that soar.