Broken Doll Joints

Woke up today with achy bones
My hands feel as if I've rust between the joints
My grip weak enough to struggle to open a bottle
Forced to ask for help is... definitely demoralizing
Trapped in a body robbed of it's youth
My joints feel made of threadbare ribbon
Similar to that of an old porcelain doll
My ankles clicking as I walk bringing memories
Of the clicking barbie legs made from when I was a kid
My shoulders remind me of the cracked rubber
That held together the dolls we got from old ladies
With great love we'd be given these old dolls
But children don't always understand gentleness
Doll hospital was a classic game of ours
Duct tape as bandages and sharpie stitches
Pringles can wheelchairs with bottle cap wheels
I feel like one of those dolls... Busted
 So very loved and so, so busted in equal measure