On The Shelf

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House of Ghosts
Another poem just how I'm feeling at the moment

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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Submitted: June 26, 2017



I'm like the china doll on your grandma's shelf,

Cracked but insistent on standing,

Everyone watching nervously for when I fall

And break.


Just put my pieces back on the shelf.


It probably won't take a lot, just a tiny nudge,

And I'll be knocked flying,

People will wince at the noise I make

When I land.


Just dust me off and put me back on the shelf.


My pride lies for me and my porcelain is polished,

I almost look brand new - untouched,

Until someone looks me in the eye

And I falter.


Simply put my back onto my shelf.


See, a façade worn for so very long wears down,

And people see the cobwebs of pain inside,

Confusion seeps through their soul

With concern.


I'll still pose for you up on my shelf.


I play it off, I'll be a nice little doll,

Look, I'll even smile, too,

I'll simply wait until you turn your back

Then the tear falls.


You won't notice, and place me back on the shelf.


I can play the part, do a twirl,

Restore comfort in others, don't be selfish,

So when they're gone they'll smile

While I weep.


I'll be here for you, always on my shelf.


Like a mother babushka doll I shield you,

And take the burdens myself,

My china is chipped, but also strong and thick

To protect you from Hell.


And when I fall, you'll do your best to fix me,

So I can go back on my shelf.

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