The Mariot doll

 Sometimes I feel like a mariot doll

That people in my life are holding my arms up with strings 

Making me dance along

Go this way

Go that way

The voices cry

Don’t go there 

Stay away!

Save yourself from despair!

Run fast and far far away

But why does it not sit right to stay attached to their strings?

Why have I made decisions 

Under the movement of their hands?

Why is there still something in me that doesn’t feel right about their advice?

Right about their direction?

Am I blinded by my own feelings?

Blinded by my stupid big heart?

That overtakes my brain

Rids me of what’s logical?

Are they close-minded to what real grace embraces?

Or do I just have a stupid big heart?