Tattered ragdoll...A Poem by Frieda P~an old creepy one, revamped & revisitedThere once was a little girl, who came into this life filled with hope and zeal twinkling within wide eyed innocence, she's left tattered and torn her outward appearance still appears shiny deep within the padding there's a darkness so vile
She looked up to him, expecting unconditional love and unyielding protection led into the lion's den, unaware of his intentions her balance thrown her purity shorn still continues along on her way, ...naivety shocked, she prayed within her crushed soul, Jesus never heard her pleas
Ultimately, developed into a woman yet, the child remained, wounded and fragmented, smashed beyond recognition with words silenced and wings broken, the journey was arduous the end result troublesome, ponders expectations of decisive justice
Still feels like an old ragdoll even though she's fully grown, her outward facade dissimilar from the shattered stuffing inside tries to turn it around, reverse the reviled past she lands in the median stuck in fractured segments ...still hopeful for survival
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Added on August 26, 2014Last Updated on August 26, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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