Porcelain eyes
Reflecting
Turbulent skies.
The face is still.
Smooth gloss,
The features are marred not
By the passing storms
Within and without.
The cherry lips
Are chiseled into a parted, slight smile
Etched into a perfect expression.
Pretty, little doll.
You are fragile.
Easily shattered from an errant gust.
Shining pieces scattered.
But the jagged shards will be carefully gathered
And replaced again
With weary determination
And whispered sighs.
Smooth gloss, once more.
The disruption will not show.
Only perhaps a tiny chip behind the ear
And an inconsistency now
At the corner of that frozen, beautiful, half-smile.
Until the next fall.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
Comments on: "Breakable" (4)
Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much!
Your words are perfectly put together :o)
Thank you Dean. You are a doll 😉