Porcelain Doll

Like a porcelain doll,
So fragile,
So pale.
Delicately crafted,
Handled with care.
A scintillating trophy
Put safely away,
Placed high on a pedestal,
Protected from world's pain.
Emitting no sound;
Having never felt emotion;
Hiding from company;
Staring down on the world.
Life has no beginning,
No end.
As people come and go,
Sparing a passing glance
For the breakable beauty
That remains in solitude,
Like a porcelain doll.