Perfect and Alone

Thoughts on Gratitude

 

In the cabinet her place she took

Feeling grand with haughty looks.

     In the box she waited to play,

     She was soiled, yet loved each day.

     Still, she wanted her sister’s perfect clothes.

In the cabinet, alone was her twin.

A doll that hurt yet felt superior within.

     In the box, at her sister she would look,

     And then for play, out she was took.

     She realized she had the better thing.

Reviews

[Viper]

I sensed a bit of jealousy in this one.I believe we all get jealouse of our siblings at some point.I like how you captured that.

[PistolxSweetheart]

Very intriguing! It feels almost like the prologue to a novel. Nice work!