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How I enjoyed taking Sherry
My dog for a walk
My dog for a walk
With her on the leash
Me in control
Well so I believed
Till one day
It hit me
N hit me hard indeed
Oh no....
Oh no....
T’was Sherry in control
She decided
When to walk, or run
Who to bark at, or just sniff
Where to pee
Or simply sit, n look around
With me merely
Following suit
Literally so
Walking at her pace
Stopping when she stopped
Wanting to control Sherry
With one end of the leash
In my hand
I was on the leash too
I’d lost my freedom
How oh how
Could I regain it
T’was simple
Dropping
Freed me indeed
Freed me indeed
Read it. So true . I feel I can control my son, I can have my way with him. I tell him what to do & what not to, all the time. I have to be 24 x 7 vigilant to keep a check on him. I m on my nerves, moment he does something & I pounce on him with anger. He is controlling, my state of being by his actions, not me. My peace or happiness is related to his actions. How funny. So I can choose to keep my controls on & my leash is in his hands & I always thought I can control him.
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