TOY SOLDIERS

Everything I longed to say was on the tip of my tongue as his transparent body stood before me. With a firm stance, he looked me over like I was the enemy trying to destroy him.

It was like a dream that I could control. His presence was intense and filled my spirit with anxiety yet pleasure. It was a de'javou and I was hoping he would remember who I was and what I once meant to him.

Breathing deeply, my eyes undressed his thoughts as his eyes undressed my soul. He was not a dark angel delivering my statistics, he was soldier # 23 holding my wings as collateral. I wanted them back and desperately. His purpose was dark but non-intentional, or so I hoped for.

Silence came over our encounter as we stood there for a brief moment. In fear that he was reaching for a weapon as he reached behind his back, he slowly revealed what once were my wings. They were bloody, soiled and worn.

"If you want your wings back," he said in a stern voice. "Then you must tell me your thoughts."

I did not want to reveal what I was thinking or feeling for it would be like cryptonite to my strength. My tears would become a river that would drown me and my pain would be the sword that pierced me.

I closed my eyes and could see the thoughts like subtitles running through my mind. Pretending they were written in a different language other than my own, I replied, " Take me for I am yours, but remember that you broke me once already. "

His eyes grew of curiosity and his facial expression softened.

"I did this to you? Do you bleed for me? " He said in a sincere pitch. " I am so ashamed for I should have fought for you, honored you and loved you. I didn't mean to leave you to die."

I could hear him holding back his tears as he tossed my wings back to me.

"How can I be a soldier when I left the one I loved to die?" he said as he began to to show compassion. " Like a toy soldier, I did not stand real and now I will fall, just as I left you to do. " He turned around and slowly walked away.

I wanted to follow him into the distance but reluctantly I didn't. Once I had given him my last breath, my last drop of blood and my last ounce of hope and in return he gave me nothing.

Although I was still broken, I had my wings. A magical glow came over me and my wings suddenly became attached and anew. I flew up into the sky above and watched him walking into the desert of shame. Miles and miles of regret were mapped before him.

It was a hot evening and there was no water for his dehydrated body to drink. Even though he had left me to suffer, I pity for him. Looking down upon him I began to cry. For him it began to rain. He looked up but couldn't see me.

My tears quenched his thirst and his hurt caused my storm. For when it's raining he will know that I am crying for him. He gave me back my wings but he can never return my heart. In the end the angels fall down like toy soldiers and then eventually the toy soldiers unite with the broken angels. It will be a long war but in the end, the battle will be worth fighting for. Then everyone will get their wings.