Poetry - Ragdoll

Ragdoll

I am a ragdoll, all torn to pieces
You were the stitches that held me together
Then left for rags to clean

Up the mess you left of us
Abused and used for all your needs
Never once did you notice me

For all my stuffing was falling out
for you to see
Torn and Trashed

Someone found me, seeing the real me
Took me home with love and care
Loved me back together again

Stitches made with golden thread
Together as one I sit
Beautiful in a glass case

I belong to nobody but me
Can you even imagine
Rags to riches

And to hell with you from me

Nicole Hutchins - 2003