I am a witness.
I witness my own life
as it passes me by on the sidewalk
with a casual nod
of acknowledgement.
I witness time
ticking along--
a constant reminder
of my fragile humanity
being held like a porcelain doll
in God's steady hands.
I am a witness.
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Robyn,
This is a great poem. I loved the repetition of "I am a witness" because it reiterates the idea and the message that you are trying to portray in this poem. I really loved the metaphor with the porcelain doll- it was new and original and got me thinking!
Great job! :)
-Ariella
I like the image of life being someone else, able to pass you by on the street and the image of you being a "procelain doll." It's a lot of good imagery. Keep up the good work. ^~^
Robyn, this is amazing. At first I was thinking that it is not really your voice, that it might be forced sensitivity or mimicry, but then I realized that, when I actually payed attention to the meaning, this is entirely your philosophy. It is precise, but the imagery lasts. This is really wonderful.
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