He is stitched with gold
Soulless eyes reflect your every move
He watches you and waits to be played with.
He is as soft as your grandmother's carpet
And sits on a shelf high above your tiny hands.
The tallest stool in the home can't break the
Barrier of a two-year-old's reach.
You dream of the day you can finally shatter the glass
Holding you back.
The toddler feet glide along the itchy wool carpet
Like a new pair of boots on a fresh sheet of ice
Her pigtails bounce as though they are
Blonde paws scratching at the ideas of creativity
The red bows wrapping almost too tight
She has no care or worry but a desire to discover.
Those who hold her hands
Diminish quality.
Spinning out of control, her heart and her mind argue
Teenage years deteriorate the visions of the passionate
And hinder the path of the determined.
Retreating to the door that contains her hopes and fears
And closes her off from the foreign tongues that cut her ears
She finds Teddy
Stitched with gold
Soaked with tears
Growing up, she grows apart
Losing herself, she discovers
Those who deserve pain the least
Feel it the most
She shivers like a philanthropist
Watches their success diminish
As her attackers torment her once more
She finds herself back at home
The same that holds Teddy
Her only friend
He lacks response
He holds her hand
He understands
When no one else did.