The Strawman
By dazzz1er
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the strawman approached the wizard
too scared to ask for a wish
what if he gets an answer?
what if he stays but stitch?
what if he lets his friends down?
incapable of love?
what if he doesn't understand..
the hand within the glove.
the strawman asks the wizard
if his body can be real
if he can touch and smell like those
who have the ability to feel
could he grow weary?
or dream alone at night?
could he develop courage
to defend all that is right
the strawman he falls silent
the thoughts ring through his head
the wizard is taking time
each second feeds his dread
will he grant my wish?
and render me a man?
or will he let me suffer
does he know that I can?
the wizard speaks at strawman
a thunder in his cry
he rejects the wish of strawman
and looks him in the eye
the strawman he does falter
a harshness in his breath
his heart beat races faster
heavy in his chest
the strawman he is broken
an image of despair
he considers all the choices
the ones that lead him there
he sees no time before him
and hates the time behind
he hates the wizard even more
he had thought that he was kind
the strawman rises up
as he prepares to leave
he feels the beating in his chest
the heart upon his sleeve
he feels the courage deep inside
and the love that binds him still
he marvels at the wizard
and exclaims upon his skill
the wizard looks at strawman
and reaches for his arm
his inside feels all a-storm
but outside he is calm
he tells the strawman one thing
a secret none can steal
it's who you are, not what you are
the thing that makes you real.
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