Broken Doll

BROKEN DOLL Broken doll, made to grow up way to soon From life’s knocks, she never was immune A bruised body, mind that failed to reform But with a hidden strength not to conform All hated her inner soul that was not theirs Her secret thoughts left them all unawares To the power, she held within her own ego Whilst, fighting for her inner, chosen credo What was her religion, was anyone’s guess Bound with stop signs to others, no access Left alone, the only player in her, own play Living in her mind what should be each day One day, a light will dim on her pantomime As she ails being born before her own time Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)