Little Wooden Boy

Almost the same parts as any ordinary boy –
I almost look like I fit in.
And yet –
I never feel like I ever do.
My Maker made me the best He could,
With care and love and the best of intentions.
He had a plan, saw a bright future for me,
But it seems a few pieces forgotten, misplaced,
In that involved, intricate process,
Has left something absent inside of me…
A real boy I am not.

As the days go by and years pass,
The frail veil of innocence wears thin,
And I see just how incredibly different I am –
Awkward in my movements, my actions, and my words;
Unable to truly be an authentic participant in real life;
Unable to be a part of something more, something special;
Unwanted, unneeded, unloved;
The inability to be normal.
Money, magic wands, miracles –
None of which can fix me…
No happily ever after in sight.

I look at this wondrous and beautiful world in front of me,
And I feel nothing –
Nothing but the loneliness and longing in my heart,
Or for me, the void where a heart would regularly reside.
The unending feeling
Of being forever lost,
Forever forlorn.
Under such circumstances,
It would be easy to wish that I were someone else but me.
It would be easy to feel sorry for myself.
It would be easy to just curse my Creator and Die…

But what good would that do me?

I do not hate my Father for who I am.
I do not wish to be someone else.
And despite all my defects,
Never would I wish to be something I am not.
Money, magic wands, miracles –
None of which I would want change me.
No shooting star do I need to wish upon.
For any fate different from this,
Would be the unnatural one.
I am who I am,
And I just know I have been formed
With something good in mind.
And if I am destined to wander this world lost and alone for all eternity,
Then let it be.
It would be my life that I had made the most of and mine alone…
And that would be enough for me.

This little wooden boy will not give up on this world so easily.
There is no question that life is hard,
But it won't let you down unless you let it.
I may be frail and fragile,
But my will and resolve are stronger than oak.
My tongue may not be sharp, nor is it quick,
But my actions will speak louder than words ever could.
My head may be empty and hollow,
But is all the more open to fresh ideas and perspectives.
I may be made of wood,
But my spirit is golden.
I may be different from everything else in this world,
But that won't stop me from making a difference on it.
I do not know if or how I will overcome all the storms and obstacles in life,
But, with my conscious as my guide and my Father by my side,
I know that everything will be well in the end.