This poem is short & sweet (well a bit on the bitter side actually).
Like the china doll, who appears eternally poised and strong, all of us can and will be broken and left in desperation. This poem is sad because I was sad when I wrote it.
I dedicate this poem to those who identify with the china doll; we are all this china doll at one time or another.
Written by Ashley L. Gormley
The light behind her eyes of glass
The breath of her curled locks
The fire beneath each ceramic cheek
The placidity of her plush pout
The splendor of her veneered element