Dolls

R. A. Douglas,

Master crafted,

Painted to perfection,

The artist’s pride, the craftman’s delight

Petite porcelain dolls

With hearts of glass and all

Beautiful to see, smooth to touch

Yet fragile and withstanding no fall.

Tossed, dropped and shattered

In glimmering pieces we end

Only to be transformed

Our stories told in murals of mozaics.

Yet another artist’s hands must pick us up and put us together again,

Rearranged, unrecognizable,

A brand new scenary

Unfamiliar pictures,

No longer dolls, the object of the story

But the setting, the place of happening.

One life to another we are thrown,

Broken and mended and broken and mended again.

R. A. Douglas

June 11, 2016.

Published by R. A. Douglas

R. A. Douglas. A poetess, novelist, and Christian Lifestyle blogger. Writing is a form pf expression and a way of life for me. I am a Christian, though not always a perfect example of one. This blog exposes the cycles of my ever changing life, including the growth and/or changes in my walk with God, and the highs, lows, and fluctuating differences in my reactions and actions towards the typical and atypical experiences that are inevitable in day to day life. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading. Bless.

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