The puppet princess – a poem
This incredible poem is written by a victim-survivor who uses poetry to express her feelings through storytelling and fairy tales.
The puppet princess
Along long time ago in a place so very far away
Lived a puppet princess in a place she couldn’t stay
She thought that she was very strong till a puppet she became
She’d lived a life of desperation which filled her up with shame
She found a prince who rescued her and soon became her king
She learnt that he ruled so she would skip, dance and sing.
She became a queen and felt so all alone
She had a little prince and princess of her own
One day she found that her strings were pulling far too tight
Her king would not let her go, he sure put up a fight
She found the strings were choking her very soul
And she would have to leave if she was to become whole.
She became a puppet balanced on a string
That’s the only way she could be with her king
She became a puppet because puppets do not feel
She needed to find a way just to become real
She decided to leave her kingdom and move far away
but even the little prince and princess didn’t want to stay.
This she did, he banished her from all that she had known
She had become a queen and the seeds, they were sown
But still he came and made her do things she dares not mention
To destroy her soul and keep her strings was his true intention
She fought so hard but he had won, he was given much more power
He stole the prince and princess – it was her darkest hour
He convinced the court that the queen was mad
She couldn’t keep it together because she was so very sad
It’s not just her strings were tight, her walls were tumbling down
All of this was too much pain, she must hang up her crown
This she did and she grew strong, although it took many years
She learned a way to recover and took away her fears.
The pain was so real she thought that she would die
It took years of suffering just for her to get by
She did what she had to do to cut the puppets string
No more would she need to be ruled, skip, dance and sing
She began to understand why a puppet she became
It was in the understanding. She let go of the shame.
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