Nesting Dolls

Where beds hold sound sleepers,

Covers envelop them all  

 

In yet smaller compartments—

Let’s go even deeper—

Are hearts housed within chest walls 

 

Where the grief, disappointments,

And longings of dreamers

Lay forgotten, stored in vaults

 

Ornate layered arrangements—

Successive concealers,

Like a stack of nesting dolls 

 

Remove outer encasements,

It’s okay to weep here,

Just let each tier gently fall

 

Yes, it’s time for displacement,

Shed light on the speaker

Give voice to the smallest doll