Tag: amusement

 She joyously twirls bright ribbons yet feels dead inside,
 With a knowledge that what was once there, 
 Fresh-faced, bright, youthful, still alive,
 Is now broken, irreparable,
 Scattered in pieces upon the stage,
 An urban pavement,
 Nothing to show for the destruction,
 No sense of inner pride or holding her head up high.
  
 Her dolly-brightness is a façade
 The light and shade a humorous method
 At relaying that inside she is still ignited
 Still burning with life;
 One only has to look at her lack of brightened eyes
 To take in this scene with a sense of absent mirth.
  
 Oh, how she could have reached the heights
 Become more than she had ever been
 How she could have flown into the hemisphere
 Succeeding and achieving at building a life
 Of her own.
  
 But here she is
 Dead as a doornail because of the path that she chose,
 To vacuously entertain and be admired rather than use her mind, 
 To exercise the chemistry of her intelligent brain

 For a while she was simply an amusement
 A joke
 Something mocked behind open hands 
Just something to be viewed in passing
upon the set stage.

 But with time, hopefully she’ll rectify her life
 Breathe in once more
 And live a great freedom, a life
 Without recollection of that strife.
  
 Because dollies are meant to play
 Entertain their owners 
 Give them joy for hours upon days
 And seemingly there is nothing wrong
 With amusing another
 When it is performed with great respect of oneself
 And with an allowance of renewed life and vigour.
  
 Thus, with her self-justification and self-talk
 She feels less dead inside now,
 Her stitched-shut eyes now become visible once more,
 Brightened with the knowledge 
 that her presence is again wanted
 She is popular,
 Not cast aside onto the floor. 
  
 A renewed sense of popularity,
 A chance to regain a zest for life,
 To provide them with who she was meant to be -
 Now,
 She throws down her ribbons
 Which kept her bound and down.

 Altered, affected and no longer ill at ease
 She strives for something more,
 Something less vapid,
 A role in life where she could be
 Acknowledged as being more than what she’d been designed for,
Her eyes are finally open enough to see. 

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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