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