The Toy

A vision of loneliness

Battered and broken.

Must be tempting to you.

A new toy to play with.

To torture to abuse.

You bat it around the room

Laughing at its pain.

At its oblivion.

Using it to your gain.

But you forget

The toy has a protector.

Maybe more than one.

And the protectors have swooped in for repairs.

They are slowly sewing the toy back together.

Reinforcing its seams.

Making it stronger than ever.

They are giving the toy new life

They are giving the toy a new strength.

They are giving the toy a whole new posture.

The toy will not be abused again.

Not by you. Not by anyone.

The toy is better than that.

The toy is rising up.

The toy is fighting back!

Boo 1-26-21

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