Porcelain Doll Poem by Jocelynn Halbauer

I sat inside my pen
My things strewn on my bed
A tear runs down my cheek
Despair runs through my head
My bag is in the closet
It’s twelve o’clock at night
And down the hall I see
One door still rimmed with light
I pushed it opened quietly
She’s sitting on the floor
My books fill up her shelves
My posters on her door
I hold her in my arms
And try to show a smile
She knows what’s going on
That I’m leaving for a while
Her head is on my shoulder
My tears are on her cheek
My heart grips hers so strongly
Though my hands grip hers so weak
I’m sorry my dear girl
I don’t know how long I’ll be
I’m sorry pretty child
Please, please forgive me
I don’t know how long I'm going to be
I know i'll try to call
I don’t know where I don’t know when
But I'll love you through it all
I know this may be hard
And the sky may look so gray
Just please don’t cry, I will be back
I will be back someday
Don’t listen to every word they say
I’m always here to stop your fall
Keep your heart and head up high
And goodbye my cracked porcelain doll