
Backstory: one of my biggest fears as a child (and still a bit as an adult) was anything humanoid-esque that was torn, ripped, broken, etc. even in the slightest. There was a Little Golden Book about a doll that needed to be fixed and the book absolutely terrified me and literally made me sick to my stomach to read or look at because the doll was broken. There used to be a sewing store in town with mannequins in the windows with missing fingers and I couldn't walk past the storefront - I always sprinted past and held my breath and averted my eyes. When my mom would take me into the store I'd hide behind her the whole time to avoid seeing them. Ripped toys make my stomach churn. Toy Story was almost a horror movie for me at first with the broken toys + Sid - but in retrospect I honestly think it was pretty healing after the first watch and is now one of my favorite movies. I'm sure there's a lot to unpack here, but until then, here's a haiku to sum it all up :)
I used to be scared
of broken and damaged toys,
though I'm broken too
Every single haiku you've written this year has had me going "big mood" out loud. I also used to fear broken toys, or at least, ones with specific types of things wrong with them? Which is funny because I could melt my barbies because they'd turn into unrecognizable lumps - though I wouldn't recommend it because who knows what chemicals I was breathing! - but things with broken-off digits made me absolutely freaked the heck out. 😅
What this Haiku makes me ponder is this: we are all broken in some way, but there is no value in being scared of ourselves, but rather in accepting the broken parts (and trying to fix those it is possible to fix).
Really interesting to read your backstory on this.