Elucidating Questions

My father swore they were proof of my insanity

Instability

He told the psychiatrist in front of me,

Nothing I said could be trusted because of the dolls.

He was partially right

Afraid to be alone

So afraid so I had someone to talk to at all times.

Even when with others I was wrapped up in the little dragon boy.

Took him everywhere, carried him with me because he was comforting

A weight that would never hurt me, a friend who would never leave.

Always smiling with that serene look on his face,

Nothing like the playful troublemaker I had seen, but I hadn’t expected he’d be the same.

His brother came, a little bit of half light.

He bit me and kicked me more times than I can count

Always a bit too stiff

But mine.

The little angel boy with the broken face, half a name.

I can hold him in my hands.

He enjoys adventures.

The first three.