Broken China doll, she fell on the floor
Pieces cracked, strewn about,
She met her twisted fate
Leaning down, observing the girl
The girl below on the bed sits and
rests her head. Listens to music
to muffle her cries. Closes her eyes,
closes her eyes. Dreams of distant
futures in starry skies, where
her ideas would matter,
she could speak, and finally say
what she came here to say
before she had even opened her eyes
the doll felt a sweeping wind as she sniffled,
a glistening crystal tear running down her cheek
she, leaned forward too far in her teary eyed haze
and started plummeting down towards the floor
her arms searched the air for anything to hold
but she knew she was falling, and the end
was in sight. The clatter, the shake, like
a miniature earthquake, down comes
the doll and she breaks, and
Anne Marie thinks that maybe, she,
felt like a little piece of her
was broken on that day, too.
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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A touching poem about a broken China doll reflecting Anne Marie’s own shattered dreams, very emotional