I am flat like a paper doll,
No way to stumble,
No way to fall.
Here I sit in black and white,
Mostly in darkness,
Searching for light.
Sometimes I feel my edges curl,
A second dimension,
Enters my world.
***
Something happens and flattens me out,
Crushing my hopes,
Leaving me… without.
I take this paper doll of mine
Cut from paper white
I draw a little smile on her
And put her in the light.
She stands there smiling just for me
In her pretty dress
So many things for her to be
I’m pleased I must confess.
Thank you, Sir…
How very witty, and… well, just beautiful.
Thank you,
Me
Beautiful analogy! The simplicity is captivating.
Thank you…. I truly appreciate you reading.
Always,
Me
Thank you so much. I appreciate you enjoying the poem.
Always, Me
I *really* like your poem. It is beautifully rhythmical and begs for some kind of movement even though it is about a near lack of movement. Do you ever do spoken word? It has that feel to it.
I read your “About” page. Although you and I have some of the same diagnoses (swap my ADHD for your OCD), I have perhaps the opposite issue of flat affect. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my face shows all my emotions for the world to see. As you work hard to show yours, I work hard to hide mine.
What would this world be like if we were allowed to simply be as we are?
night owl
That’s a rhetorical question, of course.
Understood 🙂
Interestingly enough… I have been known to be the life of the party and the center of attention. Most people don’t realize it’s all a facade.
I have never done any spoken word at all… but it sounds fun and interesting.. Thank you so much for reading.
Always,
Me
That was so good I had to read it twice! And I hardly read anything twice. Very simple and poignant.
Thank you, I truly appreciate the compliment.
Always,
Me