Happy Sensations

I dream of a happy place Because I am happy I stare off in the sky's blues I look into the stars of the night I bask in the light ...

My Broken Toy Soldier

I often look at him
and wonder what he was like
before I acquired him...

When he was shiny and new,
did he have spring action?
Could you bring him outside to play?
What did he come with?
I don't know.

Now he is missing parts,
lost
stolen
broken...

There is so much more use in him,
but I don't think he knows it...
I wonder, if he didn't think
he was so broken
would he then want to be my soldier?

Until then, I leave him the way his is.
His worn paint and damaged sword.
Always ready to fight...
but never ready to be healed...

My broken toy soldier.

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