Stormy

Stormy

One day, at school, on the top shelf i saw him, and it just clicked

I reached up, on my tippy toes, and grabbed his head

Hot blood trickled down my finger where i grabbed him, but i paid no mind

He was “abused”, with a crack running from the middle of his face down his chest, and half of his face fell off, but I loved him from the start. He looked like a project to me, so I took him home. Stuffed in my lunch bag, he traveled with me, and when I got home, I made him a “medical bridle” to hold his face together, and started filling his cracks with Elmers glue. My dad found me, and showed me what I was really supposed to do to fix him. 

Several years later: Stormy is in the steps of being repainted, he has a personal blanket, a prosthetic leg, and stands proudly on my shelf, showing me that I can overcome anything.