Tattered ragdoll...

~an old creepy one, revamped & revisited

There 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

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

Well this is heartwrenching but beuatifully poetic. Frieda gets me tangled up inside with this kind of thing plus she throws in that monster track that nearly made me headbang the wall great track (brownie points for that alone) but I fear that if I get stuck in the meaning I will diminish the poetry so in this ocassion I will go that way (points south). The language and the fact that the narrative has a story like quality was engaging as she uses the naivety of a child to relay convictions and how all that innocence was treated badly to say the least. Fast forward to adulthood and the image of the ragdoll which is really powerfull and the recognition that although she wants to change the past is not something that can just be thrown out of the windows as if.

Pretty Poetry

Thanyou

[Frieda P]

I'm not so sure it's pretty, but thanks so much for your thoughts Rene.

[Johnson Bobby]

Sometimes I feel like a puppet
Not in control of me, some unseen
Entety is having fun at my expense


Johnsonbobby I here your words!

[Einstein Noodle]

your poem leaves me speechless .. :{
we can weep together ... not afraid of the pain anymore ..

http://youtu.be/ozNEdMcWZvQ

[Woody]

oh my!
the ragdoll needs to have an irronclad will to overcome the hurt though the scars will always remain to remind it/her of that which cannot be recovered. (phewww! did I write that?)
I've always wanted to be a shrink.
no matter what subject, your writes tug at the heart, Frieda.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most poignant and detailed piece that screams truth and perception.

[NoelHC]

In so many ways it is a wonder that people can function at all, after being so damaged. A powerful write Freida, I am thinking of a good friend of mine that this applies to so much.

[s y e]

Wow Mama F, there are no words to even begin to write how this made me feel... the chill that went through my body, how it tugged my heart and how it affected me. This is a tough read for me for more than one reason, reasons I would never ever say in public but this touched my to my core. The memories never leave, actually, I don't even think you can call them "memories" because they are there, ingrained in our mind, as soon as it happens.

// Ultimately, developed into a woman
yet, the child remained,
wounded and fragmented,
smashed beyond recognition //

You never recover from something like this. Your words hit hard - this is so emotional and the imagery so vivid... xoxo

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, this is chilling, Frieda...one of my exes suffered this...and remains in denial the rest of her life...but her attitude towards men...conveys so clearly the mistrust...the broken trust...and it lives with her still.

[Frieda P]

I know that fear well, you can't help but have the imprint on your psyche, it involuntarily plays reruns in your head and there's not much one can do about it....thanks so much jacob.

[kublakhan27]

Sigh, I never know how to review these pieces love, or what to say in them, for I know there is nothing I can say that can change the past or alleviate the pain that remains in its wake...the style and imagery are still very much you even though it's an older piece, and I'd still be able to point it out as yours, even though there is a narrative to this one, which you don't always do, and the way you tell this story is enough to have me tearing up...the element of crushed innocence is so real and direct here, and told at an excruciating pace that commands the reader to acknowledge it...my heart is hurting as I read this love...it's been another rough week...I'm wondering if there will ever be another non-rough week again...xo

[Frieda P]

Was a perfect review Steve, more than I can hope for, if you felt the words, and the angst within, it's more than enough my sweet friend. xo

[Matching Socks]

Beautiful, our outward façade certainly helps hide what's inside...
I feel moved by this one.

[Frieda P]

We perfect it with age, thanks so much Ana Sophia....