The Broken Toy...
The "Before The Cure" series are items I wrote as I struggled with finding why I was sick and then finding a cure. Some of my writings were dark and dreary, but a lot of them were written to help me remember to have hope. Some of them were poetry. I am not a writer or poet. What I write comes from my heart and how I feel at the point in time I write.
The Broken Toy poem was written because people were really treating me, well, like a broken toy. We were missing family and I believe they were all struggling and trying to make sense of my sickness. I thought that this is how a broken toy must feel, if it could, and a poem was born. I hope you enjoy it.
The Broken Toy
I live in the silent toy box...
broken and alone.
I am the same toy I used to be,
I'm just missing a little foam.
Do you remember the golden days...
like Christmas morning at the tree?
I wonder now when you look,
what do you see left in me?
I am a broken toy...
does that make me worth less?
Just a few moments of your time,
surely I would feel blessed.
Don't look at me with scorn...
Don't look at me with disdain.
I am a broken toy,
but does it mean I feel no pain.
Copyright 2006-2009 Steve M Owens
The Broken Toy poem was written because people were really treating me, well, like a broken toy. We were missing family and I believe they were all struggling and trying to make sense of my sickness. I thought that this is how a broken toy must feel, if it could, and a poem was born. I hope you enjoy it.
The Broken Toy
I live in the silent toy box...
broken and alone.
I am the same toy I used to be,
I'm just missing a little foam.
Do you remember the golden days...
like Christmas morning at the tree?
I wonder now when you look,
what do you see left in me?
I am a broken toy...
does that make me worth less?
Just a few moments of your time,
surely I would feel blessed.
Don't look at me with scorn...
Don't look at me with disdain.
I am a broken toy,
but does it mean I feel no pain.
Copyright 2006-2009 Steve M Owens
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