Out of the woods stumbles, falls the most lovable creature,
beaming red face half smiling half bewildered and tears everywhere, scratches on the cheeks and forehead and even on the nose,
thick eyebrows covering beaming eyes.
You take first
hesitant
steps, walk towards the tree line, where the grass melts into the soil and touches the tree trunks.
This face, beaming; Your eyes, still a bit fearful to meet.
But oh you cannot really wait.
You take more steps, walk a bit faster now,
watch your own feet as their pace quickens…
still quickens…
How your heart opens, reaches out…

Your mind goes
Not strong enough
to do this
not strong...
your head almost
exploded
but
you are not strong for
knowing it
you gain strength
on the way

He'll follow you nonetheless
in the shadows
so you might as well turn
face him
see how
crooked and helpless
he looks
how he took on the shape
of your enemies
Go over
Love
hug him
embrace
the stuff you have
externalised
Make this poor devil
stop the chasing

The puppeteer thinking
all along he's
in charge and power while
all the puppets know very well
and play along for his sake since
without them he'd be
just downright lonely so they
let him off the strings
slowly and with
utmost caution
and only when they know
he's ready

And he is ready now

Wearing a crown quite often
makes you feel very
lonely
and burdened

A weight on your head that
if you be honest
never fully felt
yours
in the first place

Now
sharing the weight
handing over a little
splinter of
this
very
crown
does feel

so much lighter
and just