Dedication

A face, staring ahead blankly...motionless eyes, smiling face.
A body that simply sits, waiting for that burst of energy to bring it to life.
Suddenly, this body begins to stand, legs start to move, hands are brought to life, even the eyes seem to have that special glimmer in them.
Life is seen, as there is dancing and waving.
One trip, one fall, doesn't matter. Stand up, ignore the scratch, and keep dancing.
The eyes are still bright, smile still plastered on, waving arms everywhere.
Another trip, another fall, still fine. A joint breaks, there is another crack which doesn't sound good, but it doesn't matter. Stand up again, ignore the new breaks, and keep dancing.
The eyes seem to fade a little, smile gets a little crooked, but not that noticably, keep dancing.
Finally, that third trip, that third fall and everything suddenly isn't fine. Those first breaks or cracks give way and everything falls apart.
The strings are dropped and there lays a small puppet, falling apart and left on the floor.
Everyone walks away, those bright eyes still stare blankly ahead, the smile is still plastered on, but the life is lost. What made that puppet come to life was no longer, but then one must wonder, did this puppet really ever even have a life? It simply went through the motions and waited for the next person to come and create life in it.
Even as it lays on the floor, practically in ruins, there is that one person that isn't afraid to come and pick it up, examine it's scrapes and breaks and still deem it as something valuable. That person who will mend the things that need mending and put a spark back in those motionless eyes.
While the puppet is still a puppet, what matters is the person behind it. The person who put time and dedication to pick up the pieces, put it together, ignore the scrapes and scratches and still see a thing of beauty. That is dedication.