Strength In Fragility

A doll made of glass
Delicate and fragile
Always restraining from touching hem
Afraid of breaking it
The doll, my lover

Since the first true moment
During one of my journeys
I gazed upon hem from atop
I could only gaze
As that time
I was merely an outsider
Far away from my own home
Se who was always sulking
And acting so stuck up
Till now I still wonder
Why se caught my attention

The doll with immense beauty
But an attitude that matches not
Those eyes that looked upon with distrust
That smile that smirked
As they say, a cursed, priceless being
Its beauty captivates, its curse kills
Driving loathful things away
Gazing from atop I saw
Loneliness streaking from its eyes
It stood tall though
The glitter of hes hair wavering in the distance

Again and again
When I went around among the shadows
I saw the treasure, understood only to a traveller
To a pirate, to a scavenger
They would understand as well
The way curses mask the thing underneath
A jewel sparkling brighter than the stars
That green jewel brought me here
After a few years
Again

Then, the curtain of shadows
Folded and kept neatly in my suitcase
As myself I walked under the sun
To the place where it resided
Even if I could only gaze
Eventhough nothing will change
I'll just give it a try
Step by step
It would be nice to add a new scent to my life
And it set upon me
The gaze of the doll
Though I didn't know what it meant
I sent out a smile
For some reason, it gave a rose tint to its cheeks
Sending me back into laughter

Se's a doll made of glass
A picturesque yellow rose with thorns
Plucking it would bleed your hand
Blooming so gracefully
This hand stained in crimson
Somehow went across the prickling vines
Or rather would I say
They opened up to me
But that is a story from long ago

I'll protect that fragile figure
From breaking apart
And I'll lift that curse, certainly

There were times when I embraced the ground
Due to my own carelessness
When things began to blur out
I saw the thing I was trying to protect
Stood the ground no longer a mere doll
But a dependable being
Strong and will-powered
My precious gem
It's not weak after all
Though it's vain
Though it's cruel
The doll made of glass
Is a fighter

A sincere thought of the Traveler