A Puppets Strength
Staring out into the heavens,
for once a smile encounters her face.
Having been lost upon a mountain,
the world below now did not seem so far away.
She still did not believe a god would be there for her.
She had done so much wrong in her past, not even her concious forgave her.
But tonight as the stars blazed and the world seemed vast,
she knew that one day the world would be hers.
One day she would matter to someone or to her own self.
When you stare into the dark pit of emotions,
you allow yourself to be thrown inside and locked away.
It takes you a long time to realise how to step back and begin again.
With each deep breath you grow stronger,
just like a puppet porcelin skin.
And those red lips of yours will carve into a grin.
But still as fragile as that clay sculpted base of yours.
And no matter how many coats of paint is fresh upon your doll like figure,
everyone knows that one day it may fade.
And thats when she will forge anew within the earth to gain strength and stand once again.
Copyright © Tiffany Julius | Year Posted 2012
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