im trapped in a time warp. days pass so rapidly. i am almost 27. almost grown.
i remember my strawberry shortcake doll. her bright red hair. the expression of happiness. the love she so desperately wanted to give. i wanted to be her. and now i am.
i am the doll. collecting dust. a victim of the elements that be. i wait. with slumped shoulders. head tilted ever so gently to the side. in an eternal slumber.
waiting for someone to pass. to stop. to notice the bright red hair.
and think. this doll is special.
despite the tattered attire and the worn smile. the noticeable scars of a life lived much too fast. after all this doll has endured. after all the long years of being trapped in a box. after all the neglect. after all the abuse.
she still smiles. and vaguely smells of strawberries.
i remember my strawberry shortcake doll. her bright red hair. the expression of happiness. the love she so desperately wanted to give. i wanted to be her. and now i am.
i am the doll. collecting dust. a victim of the elements that be. i wait. with slumped shoulders. head tilted ever so gently to the side. in an eternal slumber.
waiting for someone to pass. to stop. to notice the bright red hair.
and think. this doll is special.
despite the tattered attire and the worn smile. the noticeable scars of a life lived much too fast. after all this doll has endured. after all the long years of being trapped in a box. after all the neglect. after all the abuse.
she still smiles. and vaguely smells of strawberries.
1 comments:
I know that doll...this poem is amazing.
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