Friday, 23 October 2015

The Ugly-Beautiful Reality

In the deepest, darkest corners
Comes the most painful, sorrowful cries
From the dirtiest, ugliest doll
Out of grief and hurt in its core

A filthy, smelly rat passes by
Leaving fastest, smallest bites

A grumpy, chubby cat prances by
Leaving longest, nastiest scratches

A whiny, skinny hound stalks by
Leaving slowest, biggest tears

Now worn and torn
Missing and limping
The doll cries more

A beautiful, cheerful dove drops by
Leaving brightest, purest feathers
And a light is shone on that doll

Thus healing and fixing it whole once more

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