The Island of Broken Toys









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#9 in my Phobia Series. A poem inspired by a book and about 'metathesiophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3

The Island of Broken Toys

M E T A T H E S I O P H O B I A is the fear of change. In this, I took it to be the fear of change from the apparent 'norm'.

I once read a book called 'The Island at the End of Everything' by Kiran Millwood Hargrave. Here is the blurb:

'Amihan lives on Culion Island, where some of the inhabitants - including her mother - have leprosy. Ami loves her home - with its blue seas and lush forests, Culion is all she has ever known. But the arrival of malicious government official Mr Zamora changes her world forever: islanders untouched by sickness are forced to leave.'

So this poem is about the people that had leprosy and were shunned onto an island, essentially.

All our lives,

All our lives, we have been tucked away

All our lives, we have been tucked away in pages of an infinite number;

All our lives, we have been tucked away in pages of an infinite number; rumours increasing manifold.

The people of the island,

The people of the island, full of broken toys.

The moon and the sky weep for us,

The moon and the sky weep for us, dying a thousand lives

The moon and the sky weep for us, dying a thousand lives before finally

The moon and the sky weep for us, dying a thousand lives before finally learning to live our own;

The moon and the sky weep for us, dying a thousand lives before finally learning to live our own; we were never made to fit in.

We live in a fluid dream state,

We live in a fluid dream state, the shallow waters of our minds

We live in a fluid dream state, the shallow waters of our minds are undisturbed

We live in a fluid dream state, the shallow waters of our minds are undisturbed as we are abandoned.

Broken and wrecked,

Broken and wrecked, there is no treasure left.

Learning only

Learning only the tailings of love,

Learning only the tailings of love, shying away from others

Learning only the tailings of love, shying away from others as ripples are meant to be observed

Learning only the tailings of love, shying away from others as ripples are meant to be observed only from afar.

We are the people of the island,

We are the people of the island, full of broken toys;

We are the people of the island, full of broken toys; our story will go untold,

We are the people of the island, full of broken toys; our story will go untold, they shall not suffer,

We are the people of the island, full of broken toys; our story will go untold, they shall not suffer, as we the few are made to suffer.

Succeeding in their dark dreams,

Succeeding in their dark dreams, why should they look back

Succeeding in their dark dreams, why should they look back at the ashes beneath their feet?

But we are content,

But we are content, the island of broken toys

But we are content, the island of broken toys shall heal through their own means;

But we are content, the island of broken toys shall heal through their own means; our treasure shines brighter

than a thousand dying stars,

than a thousand dying stars, and a thousand seconds of summer sun

than a thousand dying stars, and a thousand seconds of summer sun and a thousand ignorant fools.

"We fear not the things we don't understand, but the things that we don't try to understand." -Iqra.

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