Sometimes after a puppet cuts its strings,

Before it gets up,

It lays in a tangle of threads

For just a minute and wonders

If it’s right to be free.

But as for me,

Even the falling away felt so good

That I could never question the decision.

I’ve found I can use my head

Without permission,

That I can use my legs for “something else.”

I got up and walked happily away.

I’m still walking.

I’m still happy.

-jenn