There sat the toy, once not forgotten. On the pillow once cried upon in the room once lived upon. The light shines in through the worn curtains that were once perceived as beauty. It shines through onto the toy, brightening its dull faded color. Some say the effect of so much love, as I say the effect of time. Time, the most horrifying thing made by man. The books in the corner, browned by time. The chipped wood dressers taken by time. The toy sat their in the room slowly being taken by time. Although body still there, its soul taken long ago. The day she turned thirteen, and realized she had opportunities. She had a life outside the lonely town she was confined to. The day she realized she didn't need a silly toy to sleep.The day she realized she could be the wind flowing across the world but only leaving a mark on it if she was strong enough. Locking away the memories, never wanting to see the toy again, the reminder of who she really is. Run away she did planning on never going back for she believed greatness was amidst. Time went by faster than anything could while she was still a lonely girl in her lonely apartment with her lonely job. Just like everyone else. Everyone believes they are special. I've grown seeing dreams thrown away and recreated until hope is lost away with their soul and childhood. The robot who was once a youthful young girl came home one day. Drawn back by the light. That want for chance. The want to have an unrealistic goal that most abandon. Follow your dream they said. She did. Reality set in, startled to be laying in that room. Head rested on the withered pillow with the beautiful light shining through drying her tears. In her hands, clamped to her heart lays a toy. An old grey stuffed toy, with a glow that gave the girl hope once again. Suddenly she walked outside hand on her heart, mind on the run, she stepped on the school bus and went to the place these dreams are made. The toy sits patiently wondering if one day the girl would come home and accept who she is. They are the wind, they are the rain, they are the thunder, she is the lightning, she is the hurricane. The hurricane that can change lives.
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The Toy
PoetryAll of my writing is from months ago. I was in a bad state of mind but this helped me and I'm happy now. Thanks for the support.