Wish Me Real

You found my love in a heap of

tangled tethers

The strings attached to my limbs

of lumber

You freed me from life's

inclement weather

And woke me from my deep

dead slumber

 

Like Geppetto... the master at wishing 

miracles true

You closed your eyes and began

the emancipation of me

You wanted better for this puppet....

my love to sprout anew

You opened  my wooden eyes..... blinded
and taught them how to see

 

And in time... as I learned to allow it

I was born again

Into a vibrant walking Goddess

so actively alive

 Loose and limber, open and true

my dancing limbs can bend!

And now, in love and life
I thrive!

 

Thank you, my Geppetto... miracle

wisher extraordinaire

You gave me back my joy, my heart

my soul

Feels good to dance with

severed strings, no longer there

I owe you so much for wishing me real

I just wanted you to know