Free Falling... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She's got
Too many strings
Tangled, cannot tell
Where they lead
She's pulled
This way and that way
Some play the puppeteer
Controlling her emotions
Decisions; her fears and desires;
She reached out
For something to cut with,
I caught her hand
And she grabbed a hold,
But her baggage
Was heavy with many things,
She couldn't
Get a foot hold to be freed,
What she hid away
I cannot say
As I tried
To get behind the dark veneer
Hiding her past;
Limiting my options
Trying to sort through
The signals and wires
Revealing only more
A mystery more a myth
Like an investigator
Following a lead gone cold;
My grip slipping
I questioned my resolve
To let go
Or give her time to evolve
From a defenseless bloom;
To a thorned rose
Out of the gloom
Destined to be
Her own operator
Clamping the brakes
On her free falling elevator...

(01/16/2011)