Escape

You never gave me anything that didn't come with strings.
You called me your Pinocchio because my nose is long.
For this I don't indict you--there were many other things.
You kept me weak and in your thrall though I tried to be strong.

One day you looked away too long; my strings became detached.
You tried to show me off but I no longer was your pet.
And when you blinked, I ran away; you left the door unlatched.
I'll never be returning there; I haven't looked back yet.

-- JMag Guthrie - 2018-01-09