Treasure Island

Hannah Hebditch


Wooden Soldier


Please, will you take a minute to look me in the eyes?
See this salty flood rushing down my cheeks
Salt heals- but it didn’t this time- it stung
The wounds resting under my skin
And thickened the worthlessness running through my body
Can’t you see, I tried to be your wooden soldier

I’m sorry I’m not strong like you wished
My heart isn’t as thick as you wanted
But you should know, that when
You leave something this weak, dampened
In tears, it breaks, fast
When you drop everything on my shoulders
I fall; you know it’s too heavy

I’m sorry; I can’t be your wooden soldier

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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