Character

I claw at the man-made walls of my prison,

My soul searching for a form of release...but finding none.

I see the world through windows of the soul that aren't mine.

I am a puppet.

I am pulled and pushed in the directions that I am told

With no choice of my own, I am helpless to resist.

The call of the author is too strong.

It burdens my very being with a sense to find where my story leads,

Whether I like it or not.

I am a captive to the mind of the one that made me.

I am a player in a game that I do not understand.

It moves and changes day after day, word after word.

I am afraid.

What is in store for me?

No one thinks about my opinion. 

I am a character tossed around for interpretation in the seas of imagination.

I live my life from page to page, sentence to sentence.

I am given strength from the thing that I despise.

I have no freedom other than to dance in the language. 

I twirl among the letters and dash among the lines.

I am always afraid of the end of my sentence.

How long can I be given life?

It is only a matter of time before my story is finished.

If only I-