The toy dinosaur on your bedside table hasn't roared in years;
The batteries inside of it died a long time ago.
But it was silent long before the batteries lost their juice.
It used to be the loudest creature in the house, letting loose at the most inopportune times.
It would unleash its wrath when I would stumble on it walking to the bathroom in the dead of night, loud enough to awaken the heaviest of sleepers.
It would sound during homework sessions when you would bang it against my bedroom door.
It would call out at the breakfast table when I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
And day after day, I would pray for its silence.
Until the day it stopped roaring.
And I stopped tripping over it in the darkness;
Stopped hearing it begging entry into my room;
Stopped hearing its cries of hunger at breakfast.
Now it just sits on your bedside table, in silence.
And somehow, that's much louder than its roar ever was.
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Comments (17)
Fantastic writing.
Love it!
I can’t explain why I had this feeling throughout your poem that this was a dead child’s toy… 😓 I like that you have left the ending so open to individual interpretation 💎👌 Well done 👏
Loved it. A powerful reflection on change and the quiet moments that hold meaning.💝💝
Love it!
This is such a great poem and I love how you capture the emotion in such few words. Congrats on the Top Story! 🎉
This is astounding! Heartbreaking... lovely. Great work! Congrats on Top Story!!
I really love this! It's like a small extinction in itself !
An interesting and unique angle to take on the challenge. Well crafted and a good selection for top story!
This had such a sad and sweet nostalgic tone that hit just perfect 💯
Absolutely beautiful, I loved it!
Beautifully crafted poem. I loved reading it!!! Congratulations on Top Story! 🥳
Wow, so powerfully poignant! “And day after day, I would pray for its silence. Until the day it stopped roaring” was such a staggering turning point
Well deserved win
This is sweet...
Congratulations for such an exceptional work.🎉
Congrats on your TS.