Mending

Suturing the wounds of the past

I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
Limbs scattered about;

eyes dull

clothes torn
I will mend myself.
Sew up the tears with ribbons of light.
I am not some toy to be left lying;
Lying on the floor.
No

I shall not be neglected as others have.
Nor shall I cut and chip away as I was taught to.
Ever so quietly;

Ever so gently.
Bit by bit; a little here a little there.
Harvesting myself out piece by piece.
My heart my very soul like so much confetti;
Cut up ~

Blown away in the wind.
I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
Limbs scattered about;

eyes dull

clothes torn
I will mend that doll.

I will pick her up and hold her close.
Tell her she is worth loving~
Tell her over and over again.

TELL HER

Tell her~
Until it no longer makes me cry.
Cry at the sight of her broken body; 

Broken soul.
Tell her I love her; until she really understands.
Mend her piece by piece; bit by bit.
Mend her with threads of hope.
Look for the light to return to her eyes.
I will make wings for her~
Beautiful iridescent wings~
Wings of a swallowtail butterfly.
I will not be that broken doll on the floor.
No more  

No

No more.
I will be a Faerie goddess and fly.

Reviews

[Emily B]

You captured my attention immediately. The first time I made dolls for my children, there were partially constructed pieces strewn though my house. I got a little freaked out. I knew they weren't people. But I was alone with arms and legs and heads. It didn't matter that they were cloth. There is something very real about the representation of a human.

There is something too real about these words. I can imagine the repair you speak of. . . I just can't find the words to say it properly. But this is an amazing poem.

[Pj]

Lovely imagery, great message...fantastic flow!
:D thanks for sharing

[poddar kushal]

it is not a sad piece but is a bright one under the light of spirit

[Yvonne Heidt]

Wow. I am writing this review through tears and goosebumps the size of VW bugs! *clapping!*

Beautiful job on this - and my vote. 100%

[None]

This is very sad but gives such hope in the end. I like how the pieces come back together and life is once more enjoyed by this broken doll. Excellent meaning and words!

[Jane Doe]

This is a truly superlative piece! I especially loved these lines:

'I will not be that broken doll on the floor
Limbs scattered about eyes dull clothes torn
I will mend myself
Sew up the tears with ribbons of light
I am not some toy to be left lying
Lying on the floor'

I can just picture this doll, lying on the floor, abandoned and in desperate need of mending. Then you pick her up and comfort her, the broken child within. It is such a vivid picture. We all need to love and nurture ourselves. Great write!

[PhoeniX]

a lost broken soul looking to find a savior of some sort. well written. a very symbalic poem

[Robert Luna]

I was really drawn into this piece. I liked the feeling that it conveys that courage it speaks so freely. Not allowing another to stop you from being the the being you are meant to be. Stand up and saying no more will I accept anything other than what i expect from my life and those who I choose to be apart of it.


I really loved this.


Well DOne!!!!!

[ah]

very great write, thanx for asking me to read it, keep it up

[An Ordinary Woman]

*I will be a Faerie goddess and fly... What wonderful thoughts and so full of imagery and wonder. This is a delightful read, just let your heart guide you and heal.

[justjenn_2u]

Beautiful imagery. I like the symbolism of the broken doll in comparison to you. Full of hope and encouragement.