Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.
Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.
And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.
Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
and she lay there feeling nothing at all.
Thats where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.
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A wonderful allegorical write - so skillfully narrated and definitely worthy of a bouquet...
Best wishes
Bill
thank you Ken
Another top write, liked the pictures too. That never happens to you, you fly free. you look as you wish, you live as you wish, you think as you wish and you dream as you wish and if you ever feel I am putting any limitations on you, you tell me immediately, for that is not the way it shall be between us. You shall never be a porcelain doll. There is far more to women than beauty or a body, there minds can be so exquisite to sift through. There minds too are a wonder.
It was sad, but true, never shall it be you.
Your Michael.
Thank for your sharing this hopeful narrative with us. Thats where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces... It's the love given and its accompanying inner warmth that allows the body and spirt to heal itself. Fortunate is she to have had someone so worthy come into her life at one of its most vulnerable moments - assuming that the he who pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor is not the same he who caused so much damage.
guj4u, thank you so much, and no I had not intended it to be the same man,
the one who broke her would not have cared enough to fix her soul I think
but its something i never thought of:-)