Thursday, 18 July 2013

The China Doll


She sits there, 
with an aura of serenity,
With her bejeweled hands on her lap, 


 


She is the true paragon of peace, 
Neither the wind, 
nor the heat disturb her poise, 

Yeah she is so calm, 
But did you see the storm brewing in her eyes? 

Did you see her lip tremble? 
Did you hear her teeth grind? 
Yeah she is hurting inside, 

Don't look at her coiffured hair, 
it tells nothing about her anguish, 

Look into her eyes, 
and see the tears threatening to spill, 
Then you will learn the magnitude of her pain.