I’m a passenger on a predestined journey
Guided by hands I cannot see
When I stumble she pulls positioning me forward
When I fall she lifts with inspiring energy
When I fumble and flop she swerves not deterred
In a range of angles, I cannot see
No constraints can defeat my invisible Marionette
Who plods dexterously with limited possibilities
Maneuvering invisible strings and pulleys
She orchestrates an encumbered dance
But merely a clumsy waltz
Controlled by divine gossamer strands
Nimble hands I cannot fathom
Guide me on a predestined journey
Copyright © 2017 by E. Denise Billups
Art: Courtesy of Padlas Tetovalas Otletek
E. Denise Billups, Author 
You used the prompts so beautifully
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Thanks, Subbashini! 🙂
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always tight up to ” limited possibilities ”; helping hands always works.
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Yes they do. I like to think we all have little angels on our shoulders.
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we do dear..
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Vandana! 🙂
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