The Porcelain Doll

This is a very symbolic Poem.

The Porcelain Doll

 

Once, I was given a doll,

She was made out of porcelain,

And oh how beautiful she was.

How fragile she was.

One mist-filled day, 

I went to play with another kid.

She had been given a porcelain doll, as well.

While I openly played with mine,

The other kid held hers close to her body.

She didn’t seem to be the one for sharing.

 

One day the other kid asked me,

“Can I borrow your doll?”

I told her,

“Absolutely!”

And oh I hoped she’d gentle with her,

My beloved porcelain doll.

 

Two nights later,

The kid came back.

In her hand she was carrying a sack.

The kid didn’t seem to feel a thing.

She gave me the sack,

Not one stain of pity on her face.

 

I asked,

“where is my doll?”

She pointed at the sack,

Turned on her heel,

Walked away.

 

Now I was alone.

I had no one at all.

Not even my beloved porcelain doll.

she was shattered to pieces.

And oh how I hoped I could fix her.  

-Amanda

Author's Note

This is a very fragile poem. It's about how easily people can shatter your things without any traceable remorse.

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

OMG, I was scared for a minute. I thought this was that Urban Legends about the doll that comes to life and kills the family.

But it's a great story

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HAHA! XD That's funny! XD

[Amanda J. S.]

It's not directly a story :-) the doll is a simile to something else :-)

[Steven Cash]

Oh, ok. Gotcha. It just spooked me for a minute

[Amanda J. S.]

Haha!

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Turned on her heel,

Walked away

ME: Oh! Hell no! *itch! You're fixing my dolly!!!

Beautiful poem! And what a beautiful message! What potent words you have to express such lessons! AWESOME JOB!

[Amanda J. S.]

Iiiih, Thank you so much! :-)
I am so glad you liked it!

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You're welcome. ^-^

[Amanda J. S.]

:-D