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Restoration (a poem)

Marty64
Community Member

New to here but have had the ongoing battle with my mind for years . I write to help myself and like to share these with others

I was going through some boxes in the attic of my mind'

Its something that I do at times , amazing what I find

Old memories are tucked away in every dusty nook

A favourite toy , a holiday , the joy found in a book

But lately Ive been looking for a very special thing

I found it just the other day and boy it made me sing

It was lying in the corner , just a snippet was on show

The bruised and battered Marty I'd discarded years ago

His psyche lay in pieces scattered all about the floor

and pieces of his heart I found behind the attic door

But as I looked upon him I could see he was intact

Get this restoration started it was now the time to act

He wasn't in the best of shape but hidden underneath

I saw a beaming smile and a flash of pearly teeth

The wrinkles on his face now showed the track of every smile

A look that people hadn't seen from him for quite a while

Oh sure he was all dirty there was plenty there to do

but underneath the build up I could see him shining through

A cheeky little grin betrayed his torn and ragged state

I reckon this old Marty will become my new best mate

A bit of spit an polish and the dirt was stripped away

then I started to repair things just a little every day

Liquid nails for his psyche , its now firmly held in place

and I made some slight adjustments to the wrinkles on his face

His heart would take rebuilding it was quite a hefty task

I would have to do it all alone , nobody I could ask

Piece by piece it mended there's a steady beat within

we both listened to its rhythm , both now wore a hearty grin

Some minor alterations little tweaks, adjustments there

We both laughed at his refelction and his 1980's hair

this old Marty he was shining he was ready to reveal

the time had come to show the world the Marty that was real

The process isn't finished, restorations never are

but gee it is amazing we have come along so far

This process of restoring well I guess it never ends

but my new improved persona , he and I are best of friends

 

 

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Thanks Possum it for me is the best way to corral my thoughts and if it resonates with others even better