Worn

Frayed, ripped, worn,

Torn at the edges.

Like a gown that’s seen

Too many backseats on prom night,

Too many glasses of wine at the wedding.

Like a teddy bear,

Drug too many times through the dirt

At the end of a little girl’s arm.

Or a fire truck,

Crashed too many times in

Matchbox City.

All cracked plastic, broken lights,

Ripped ear, spilled stuffing.

Loved, deeply loved,

And tossed aside.

She is just a little worn.