The Puppeteer and Ballerina

You are the puppeteer

You control my fragile strings

I am your beautiful ballerina

I wait for our operatic music to begin

I am in your dramatic gentle moving hands

You pull all my fragile strings

When the dramatic music starts

I dance to your rhythm and beat

I am your ballerina

I feel breath as I dance for you

I feel safe in your hands

You choreograph my dance

I Pierette for you

I stand on my battered and bruised feet

You feel my pain

I am in your dramatic moving gentle hands

You hold my fragile strings

Excited as the music begins

I am no longer just a beautiful doll

I live, move and breathe as I feel your gentle hands choreograph me

I am the ballerina that rests on your feet

I dance by your music and dancing hands

Toria

21/3/2022

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