Just a Rag doll

Here I am on this shelf collecting
dust. A worn out shirt.
Faded blue jeans and one less
button to worry about.

Stitches coming undone. Making
my insides coil up into a bunch
Putting on a brave face in the dark.
Misshapen and contorted.

I remember the day you carried
me to school on your handle bars.
Fell off into a puddle. So cold I was.
Mud smeared on my face. You
pick me up. Did your best to
dry me off left a stain. Till this day.

Just a ragdoll I am. Sitting on this
shelf. Next to a book of physics.
The never-ending space.
Nuclear atoms.
Thesis on genetics. Two
faded baseball cards and a snow
globe of Venice.

Years have come and gone.
Seen you grown. Know your
secrets when you cried.
Seen so many moon lights.

Time never seizes and yet, I am
still here collecting dust mites.
Just a Rag doll.
Always here when you need me.
To sleep. To dream. To say your
Good nights...

-Ax.barajas