The Porcelain Doll Poem by ShellyBean Stanowski

From her protective world,
a glass covered case...
the porcelain doll stands there
(frozen in time)
watching all the world
pass her by.

At first appearance
you would think her perfect,
flawless...
pristine...
yet she masks a secret.
A secret only visible
thru her eyes,
the window to her soul,
her heart lies behind them
and though she tries
she cannot close them.
Her shattered heart
on display...
for all the world to see,
(half-beating)
a silent existence,
untouched...
unloved.

She would never know
of a lover's arms,
gentle butterfly kisses
or passion's fire
planted on her painted parted lips.

When she weeps of her nothingness,
she realizes
there is no one,
(nothing)
to comfort her,
to dry her crystallized tears...
that filter thru her sapphire eyes.

As time
fingerprints dust
upon her sheltered shell,
the china doll refuses
to accept
her fate of loneliness.
Her dreams...
(of being loved)
turning to fantasies,
dark thoughts of her being shattered,
falling from this faux pedestal.
One can almost visualize
a tiny sinister smile
as she imagines...
(her impact with the wooden floor below her)
a colorful prism,
a bed of shattered pieces
that once was her beauty and grace...
bringing her into the sameness
of her fragile heart.