Ever sit?
Wonder?
Ponder?
Am I a ghost?
A Shell?
An empty vessel?
Am I just a shadow of
the person I once was?
A broken toy?
Is my fate to be forever lost
in the eternal toybox of childhood,
Only to be grabbed eagerly
by unknowing hands, to be returned
immediately when seen?
Am I truly wanted
needed
rejoiced in?
I used to sit.
Now,
I stand.
I wonder.
I ponder.
But I am no ghost
I am not what I once was.
I will never be again.
I know one day, eager hands
will find me
see the cracks
the chips
the tears.
One day,
they will come to love me
fix me
change me.
I will be whole again.
One day.
So now I wait.
Yes in the shadows
but not one myself.
Drifting among the ghosts
though fully alive.
For I, the broken toy
left in the
bottom
of the toybox
will pace.
Wonder
Ponder
and wait
for the
arrival
of the hands
that will
finally
fix me.
