Broken doll.

camille

Broken doll


Spinning around with no where to go,
Trapped in limbo.
Wanting to scream until I have no breath left in me.
This broken china doll.
Is there anything left to piece together ?

My life a shattered mirror , a jigsaw.
So many pieces scattered all around.
Feels like I do not have the strength to fight any more .

I long to be the butterfly , free and beautiful.
Instead I am cocooned , enmeshed in my dark Hidey hole.
Too weak to emerge and fly far far away.

I am the fly In the spiders web,
Struggling to break free ,
My terror tangible - my predator awaiting his juicy meal.
My struggle a vague amusement .

I was not always this way .
I dream of carefree days long past.
Now washed up like debris on the shore.
Useless and tired , bloodless and brittle.
Goodness leached by others to feed their unrelenting hunger .

I lie down alone now .. Cold and small ,
Tears dry on my pale pinched cheeks.
Curled like a foetus , helpless .
Longing to return to the amniotic waters of safety.

 

  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2016 05:52
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 158
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Comments3

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Ohhhhhhhh CAMILLE ~ so so sad ! There is nothing more pathetic than a broken DOLLY her face marred and scarred and her beautiful dress tattered and torn. No longer loved consigned to the scrap heap. Is that how you really see yourself compared to the days when YOU were the FAVOURITE DOLL and everyone loved you ? You are still you and we all love you. Your poem is very cathartic ~ I hope my comments will dry your tears and you can become an UNBROKEN DOLL again. Love BRIAN

  • camille

    I wrote this a while back and was a reflection at the time .

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks CAMILLE ~ I am relieved to know that's not how you feel today ~ Love BRIAN

    • lysistrata

      Camille,

      You know I have faith in your talent and imagination.
      Be open to experiments,e.g. a broken doll who becomes nauseating or a Phoetus that poses with fear on the face for a 'selfie'.....
      Looking forward to the next one.😃😏

      • camille

        Your feedback is valuable ... Thank you .



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