The porcelain doll sat on the shelf,
Delicate and perfectly made, she was never herself,
But what the toymakers wanted her to be,
Deep in her heart, she longed to be free,
The porcelain doll watched as the children played with their toys,
But always confined to the shelf, she missed out on joys,
While they laughed and they ran, her fixed smile was a mask,
Trapped in her silence, afraid to unmask,
While they danced and they sang, she stayed still as a stone,
A beautiful doll, but so very alone,
Then one day she whispered, “It’s time to break free,
I’m tired of waiting, it’s time to be me.”
With a leap and a twirl, she hopped off the shelf,
No longer a toy, she began to find herself,
She spun through the room, with a giggle and grin,
Each step full of joy, letting the fun in,
The toymakers stared, their plans in dismay,
As the porcelain doll danced her own way,
Now she twirls freely, in the light of the day,
With hope and strength, she’s found her own way,
No longer just perfect, she’s living a poem,
The porcelain doll is finally free to be whole.