Ragged Patchwork Doll.
© 2020 LC
She is a ragged, patchwork doll,
Stitched together with good intentions.
Incapable of pain, she has no feelings at all.
Look at her there, she is so small.
Resistant to all interventions.
She is a ragged, patchwork doll.
Once she was able to stand tall,
Now she does not recognize her reflection.
Incapable of pain, she has no feelings at all.
Her mind devoid of recall,
A victim of her own obsessions.
She is a ragged, patchwork doll.
Unfortunate life threw a curve-ball,
So much for perfection.
Incapable of pain, she has no feelings at all.
Look at her struggle. Rise and Fall.
Left alone to her own demise.
She is a ragged, patchwork doll.
Incapable of pain, she has no feelings at all.
Lupus, Fibro, and Me. My Journey. 