01-09-2018, 03:40 PM
Once upon a time there was a doll,
with cracked porcelain skin, sharp and fragile.
Broken, the doll lived day to day just trying not to fall apart,
but the pieces were sharp, and they hurt
Day by day she glued herself back together. Cracked but whole.
But The world was cruel, and it found her broken once more.
Day by day she glued herself together again. Stronger than before.
Days turned to years, her fragile skin of porcelain
a carefully crafted shell of glue and broken shards
She used it like armor, for her skin was porcelain fragile.
One day the cruel world she knew changed.
The need for glue and armor was gone
Safe from fears of broken pieces,
others called for her to shed her armor
but she found it was deeper than her skin.
It crept into her cracks and glued her broken bits.
Broken and lost porcelain never found again,
Replaced with shards of hate and anger,
cemented with glue in the fragile porcelain.
with cracked porcelain skin, sharp and fragile.
Broken, the doll lived day to day just trying not to fall apart,
but the pieces were sharp, and they hurt
Day by day she glued herself back together. Cracked but whole.
But The world was cruel, and it found her broken once more.
Day by day she glued herself together again. Stronger than before.
Days turned to years, her fragile skin of porcelain
a carefully crafted shell of glue and broken shards
She used it like armor, for her skin was porcelain fragile.
One day the cruel world she knew changed.
The need for glue and armor was gone
Safe from fears of broken pieces,
others called for her to shed her armor
but she found it was deeper than her skin.
It crept into her cracks and glued her broken bits.
Broken and lost porcelain never found again,
Replaced with shards of hate and anger,
cemented with glue in the fragile porcelain.