Within My Seams

I sit on the shelf,
Quiet as a mouse,
And think of this place I have to myself,

Staring as time seems to slow,
Sitting still,
A rabbit trying not to be seen in the midnight glow,

Bound in my place,
As frozen as a river in the winter,
No movement from my hand painted face,

The door slammed shut,
She glances at me,
Her face happy, like she had just got the biggest kill on the hunt,

"Hello!" I say in a silent scream,
I wish to be like a dog, to talk and be heard,
But my mouth crushes that dream,

I make the girl think of places she has never been,
The land that came from, another world,
All of the stories I hold, are stories untold, held within my seams.