A poor bargain is made when you don’t know your worth,


and you give away more than you were given at birth.


And this bargain takes root before you give it much thought;


till you cringe with remorse when you see what you’ve bought.


But from the wound grows a knowing that is part of the plan.


Although while you endure it you may not understand


that in a bargain with darkness


lies a glimmer of light,


for the wound holds the promise


of a new kind of sight.


~ Stefanie Vega, Dollwerx Artist


posted in dollspeak | Fri, 17 Aug 2012 22:43