Porcelain Doll

Porcelain Doll hidden between

thorny leaves and puppet string

on forgotten dusty shelf

coerced beneath the

Looking Glass Self –


A torrent comprised

of inveigle words - acceptance.

Serrated whispers berate

your molded fortitude.


Porcelain Doll with

pretty smile to placate

pain beneath the façade.

Choke the cry

behind ceramic lips frozen

in permanent lie.


Porcelain Doll desperate

to cling to wispy

promised arms

to find mirror’s shards

in place of balm.

Tossed on callous waves

denied the line

to save it from its gyre.


Perfect masks of society -

They dance to fear unknown

and sneer at the aberrant.

Shroud the truth

beneath paint and glue

deviants of all forms reside

the unknown – unseen.

Cracked dolls totter on

Insanities waterfall.


But who lies behind these

Porcelain Dolls?

No one is above

the tide but just one

can be the rock

to stop the plunge.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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