A beautiful creation,
she was stunning by detail.
Her heart more open than the ocean,
and she wore it like a veil.
Carefully stitched to the creator’s perfection,
with a wild smile plastered across her face.
It was a wonder why she got put pack in the box,
or on a shelf, as if that were her place.
They’d only take her out when they were bored, or lonely.
No one in particular expressed a desire to have her by their side.
Through all of the years, that smile never faded, though
it remained as bright as the day she arrived.
One time, she was pulled out
and she hoped it’d be for good;
but the little boy who found her,
did not treat her like he should.
He poked needles in her heart.
He tried to pull her stuffing out,
trying to maim her insides.
He did his best to make her doubt.
And another before that,
held her for the longest of times…
Making her believe she’d found a home.
But being spoon-fed lies.
Not too long after, when interest was lost
she was put on a shelf for a ‘later date’.
A date that never came, like so many others,
but she smiled anyway, that smile did not fade.
Thrown in boxes, under beds,
She was tattered time after time.
Tucked away in the recesses,
Only met with intentions and lines.
That smile never faded though,
it still remained.
They tried to treat her like she was nothing,
Broken promises in a pretty frame.
Her smile never faded though,
not where they could see.
And her heart still facing upward
had crept up to her sleeve.
This admirable creation
was the strongest by design.
Not a torn or tattered rag doll,
but a woman who’s smile is blind.
Her smile never faded
Because it sensed what it could not see.
That all the clowns and jokers
Were never meant to be.
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