The Confession Doll

I don’t trust

Those boxes

With people inside

I don’t trust people to

Keep silent

Not after all this

Passing time


Instead of a person

I don’t trust

I don’t truly know

I’d rather speak

My wishes

Worst fears

And doubts

To a wooden doll




Time is spinning

And the wooden doll

Has many scratches and marks

By now


I have whispered to it so often

That to me it has become

Flesh and blood

A real person

I imagine



And opinions for it

Speaking to it

From a little box in my head

Afraid to say

Some things

In fear of upsetting it


It’s not right for me


I’m too attached

It’s time to throw it away

And find a new

Wooden doll

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