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
Thoughts
Feelings
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
Anymore
I’m too attached
It’s time to throw it away
And find a new
Wooden doll