The Puppet Master

Hello, kiddos. 😀

I’ve missed you guys!

This post is going to be a bit short because it is truly based off of pure inspiration. 🙂

Recently, I was listening to some beats that a friend of mine was working on and one in particular really inspired me to just start writing.

Welcome to the mind of an artist!

Have you ever felt like you were just going through the motions of life sometimes? Like you were being controlled by all of the circumstances around you? Basically, like life has made you it’s puppet?

Honestly, I’m guilty of this at times. I’ll find myself reacting to everything happening vs. being proactive about life. My true feelings about this issue became evident in the poem that I wrote while listening to that particular beat.

Anywho, here’s the poem. Enjoy:

To Be Real

Skies fall, breaking shadows into

Pieces of forgotten thread.

Undone.

But then again

Was it ever?

Lifeless ties now seeming to give

False hopes.

Stop.

Breathe.

Loosen the one around

Your neck.

One string can be

Broken.

One thousand strings force life

To be frozen.

Supported by the crutches of 

Your own desires.

You are their doll.

Walk they say.

Forever holding on

To the wooden pieces that play

God.

Not rope.

Not even yarn.

Just some dang thread.

Untangle yourself.

Breathe.

-Shelby Lanette

In other words, find YOUR happiness. When was the last time that you celebrated yourself?

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Stay blessed, my people.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Fredricka Johnson says:

    Such a powerful message!

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