• Porcelain Dolls

    I stand in a field of shattered faces,
    from different times and different places.
    The field is filled with friend and foe,
    and even those I do not know.
    They broke to easily.
    Even though they were all different,
    they were shattered all the same.
    I look in the mirror and see,
    a face filled with cracks,
    waiting for something to break me.
    Because we are all just the same.
    Just porcelain dolls,
    that break easily.