The Doll Knows

Published on July 1, 2009 in Anxiety, Depression, Emotions, Fear, Grief Sadness Loss, Poetry, PTSD and Secrets and Confessions. 0 Comments

In hair of silk laid in curls my tears do drip and saturate

She knows, for she has seen my frightened soul collapse into plush open arms

As I hide my face in a lacy dress from past visions still with me.

The doll knows

She knows with button eyes and pursed pink lips that I

I am but a fearful child.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Ah! Sunflower
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