Member Poem

A promising start,
the bright sun high,
and a full day ahead.
A direction decided,
with her motivation strong,
she begins her heart's desire.
Then, the pull.
She feels the string
around her wrist. 
Trapped.
She tends to the string.
With some time spent
and only a little motivation lost,
she resumes her work of art.
Slow progress, no worries.
She begins again.
Then, she feels the pull.
Her leg. The pull tugs.
She can still feel
the pull on her wrist. 
The wrist tugs too.
She tends to each string.
After more time lost 
and energy wasted,
she comes back to her joy.
She comes back from distraction.
Focus. focus. FOCUS.
She fights to gain focus. 
Then, her leg.
Her wrist.
Her shoulder.
Her neck. 
She is caught.
Stuck in the strings,
with no time left for her love.
No energy left for her art. 
No motivation for her happiness.
To cut the strings
would free her heart,
her mind.
To set her loose on the world. 
Cut those strings.