Reality

Teddy,
my comfort, my friend, my family.
Bear,
protection, pure warmth, my rock.
Ripped away from my pleading arms, my
bare
arms hanging limp by my meek self.
Pictures portray perseverance,
only with the help of my
teddy bear.
My teddy bear strolls to the trash and
plunges right in.
Motionless.

Handed a pen.
Thrown into reality faster than I can erase my past
mistakes.
No room for faults anymore.
Perfection.
Childhood drifted away as time
drifted
away.