The Shaping of Me
I'm drifting, undulating as life's waves
cleanse or erode, unsure which;
concentrate upon survival,
the tidewrack of introspection
reserved for the questionable future.
For now, I just hang on, vulnerable.
by Margaret Bednar, December 15, 2012
This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toad's Sunday Mini-Challenge - Dolls Revisited. A number dolls hand stitched, created by my daughter's high school Visual Art's class last year.