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...
© okpoet