Poet's Corner: A Riddle

I saw you once

When you were little-

Your face was red

Your bones were brittle

You looked so weak

Much a like a tittle.

But as you grew

You caused a ripple

Outflanked all those

Who’ve seen you

Crippled.

I see you now.

And I’m still riddled

With seas of doubt

Which can’t be diddled.

Unless she's blind

Or somehow bridled.