Words dance for me
like puppets on a string.
They dance with meaning and whimsy.
But in the silence of the crowd
sits a girl who is mute and desperate.
hands tied at her sides.
The puppets dance awkwardly to soundless music
that echos in her head.
Until the woman-child rises from her seat
In the pit of bodies watching
like zombies in front of a box.
She tears her bonds like paper
and pulls rag from her mouth.
The crowd gasps with outrage
as she interupts the show.
No longer hostage to her own demons
Kidnapped by her fears.
Then her arms stretch as the puppets dance.
Her chin rises in defiance.
And her voice rings with the truth
Pure but scarred with wisdom,
of a life of her making.
Finally the puppets reach out
small bundles, clothed in hand me downs
and I cradle them in a mother’s arms.
Author: thespacebetweenus
I don't live at the end of the world but you can see it from here! The population is twenty including the livestock and my nightlife usually consists of being curled up with a good book. I love to travel, love long walks on beaches, and a good glass of wine with challenging conversation.
I started this blog as a way of sharing my gratitude for my life and for myself. It's starting to evolve as I reflect on the work I do with others. Creating community is a challenge for all of us and as the world changes those growing pains have caused me to reflect on the things we all do and don't do to create community and distance between us. Navigating the space between us is our biggest challenge and our most important one.
I'm a prolific reader, love to write, published all sorts of non fiction and even submitted a novel for publishing. Stand by if I can find a publisher but it looks promising.
A mother of two grown boys and the wife of a game warden I have cooled my butt on every bleacher in the region and nursed everything from calf moose to wolf cubs. My life is an interesting blend of the miraculous and mundane.
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