Thirty-Four: Doll Clothes (Poem)

Doll Clothes

If only I could go back to doll clothes,

The perfect size to make me whole again,

A time in my life, the memories I want to forget.

I’ll never fit into the innocence; the innocence was never mine.

Painted on smile and beaded eyes,

Stitches are beginning to fray, and now,

Exposed in the fluff and cotton, you see,

instructions printed that says:

“This doll is not fragile. Abuse her, break her;

Do as you will. She was created by accident, anyway.

Besides, she can just be sewn back together.”

If only you hadn’t taken my clothes, it may have been true.

I miss all of you! I hope you’re doing well. I wrote this piece and for the first time, I feel like I’m getting somewhere with my PTSD. Thanks so much for your encouragement.