My father had porcelain doll
He brushed it
He shined it
His precious porcelain doll
My mother had a glass slipper
She polished it
She dusted it
She protected it
She locked it up
Her precious glass slipper
My sister had a magic mirror
That whispered in her ears
That told tales of beauty
A mirror that never failed her
A mirror that always loved her
Her precious magic mirror
I broke that porcelain doll
I broke her glass slipper
I cracked the magic mirror
His touch burnt my skin
Her cage became too small
Her scars could hide no more
I broke the doll,the glass, the mirror
I failed to be the never ending era
Broken
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The Broken Series
PoetryI sat at the edge of a cliff ... and saw beyond a bright blue light. With little poise with little heart my broken soul it founds it's path and so I took a clean new reed. and on a leaf I put my dreams I told a tale that can't be told I shared m...
