Watch Out, Action Figure
My life; I am
always a toy,
a transient plaything.
Sometimes hazardous, needing to be recalled.
Sometimes subservient, appeasing..
Always shuffled along, eventually.
He swaggered in.
I was haphazardly arranged,'
a caricature of my former self,
twisted, mutilated.
He broke me.
He fixed me.
Made me new, whole, good.
Opened doors previously intended to remain shut.
I showed him me,
then pushed him out.
He refused to move.
He showed me him,
He beckoned me in,
I stood on the threshold.
Never playing,
always cherishing.
Ever-enduring,
rarely failing.
The dance of fire and wood..
harmonious, warm, sustaining;
yet formidable if gone awry.
Of my own isolation,
he is not here.
A gap remains
in my life, heart, connection.
Will he come again?
Or is he lost forevermore?
Can anything be salvaged from this wreckage?
Ironically,
the most important question is;
will these questions ever be answered?
Time will tell
though time cannot heal some wounds.
My clockwork heart;
he broke it,
he fixed it.