I think I am not a puppet

but I have some cords attached

of the places I have left

and the people in my mind

 

I do not always heed these cords

but sometimes they feel too tight

And sometimes, they hurt me too

when they try to pull me back

 

But these cords are my truths

One should not forget his roots

When sometimes I look at these

I wonder what would I be without them

 

I know I can never go back

But these cords keep me alive…