xLx's blog: "words"

I come with strings

intricately laced

through the tight holes

I'm soulless, yet I have a sole

It is made of leather

to protect me

through each and every step

in my short life

My purpose is to give comfort and pleasure

when and where it is needed

and protect myself from being

beaten down

At first glance

you see the outer beauty

that emanates from my body

My stitching

A work of art

It keeps me

from falling apart

In time, my exterior

will crack and peel

Eventually, I will be tossed aside

when I no longer fit snugly

around his body

and no longer serve a purpose

in his life

Broken and mended

I now belong

to whoever will have

this old shell

of a once beautiful creation

Used and abused, I am a woman.