• She’s a rag doll;
    a play thing of whim
    almost forgotten
    almost worn thin
    her stitches unraveled
    her stuffing falling out
    only one eye to see from
    no freedom to shout
    she doesn’t have a loved one
    she’s left inside a box
    her frail arms are breaking
    she’s lost her silky locks
    her owner has forgotten
    all the fun times that they shared
    she doesn’t want to play with her
    she’s forgotten she’s there
    that simple little rag doll
    sitting by herself at home
    do you ever feel like her…
    Broken and alone?