The Straw Man

jacqueline | July 7, 2023, 5:39 a.m. Might be a poem

I am the straw man in all senses of the significance

Built by someone else and put out for display 

I stand tall and tan, wrapped with leather bands as strands

My height is of whoever sees me and can stand the view

Of course, my existence all depends on how close I get 

But the fire none less a threat 

Or a sense of peace that one day I won't regret 

It's all a mystery but I can't forget 

If it wasn't for the way it was

There'd be no point in how it all has been

So as I sit with the lighter fueled and ready 

I sit back, I try to hold it steady 

Because all this time I thought I'd be full of confetti 

Multicolored blends mixed up 

Back to the Kaleidescope of life within me 

I look a you and I can see me.