Pulling Power
For when there is no applause or appreciation
Or notice of the patchwork to my human quilt
I turn my back on the looking glass
Then view the world from my shaky
Imaginary stilts
For when there are no ticker tape parades
Or a steady income from artisan creation render
I smile though I break inside
The idealistic whimsical pretender
For when there is no point of return
Or redemption for lessons learned
Even in my darkest hour
I pull strength from high power