Not just a doll

She sits by the bed, always guiding
As well as protecting, looking, pushing and minding
Without knowing what she really means
I actually knew all along, or so it seems
Already thinking the right things, before I knew why
Tells me my guide always knew I could fly
Not predicting but sensing everything is positive
Getting me there, has always been her prerogative

She sits, she's quiet she's humble and sweet
I hug her and tell her I'm so happy to meet
A symbol of myself, once so small and frail
Someone who has never judged me, even if I fail
She was always there, but not within vision
I never knew that ignoring her would cause a collision
Nourishing her, is showing me the way
She'll never again leave my side, come what may

She's there, she's proud, and oh so strong
And knows that with me is where she'll always belong
Trusting her knowledge and learning to hear
Because the answer is there, it's louder than the fear
I take her in my arms and embrace her fully
Never to mistreat her, as I'm not a bully
She was given a gift, to force where needs be
My doll, my Fay, my intuition, it's all me...