`This was such a good write. Very descriptive. I feel disappointed every time I hear someone lie and their pants don't catch on fire.

Pinocchio was a puppet, which was made from pieces of wood and as you say, he was a toy, but one very special toy, because he had heart. That's why he dreams of becoming a real boy.

His pain and insecurities made him lie and he felt so much pain because others laughing about him and he could not change his sad reality, but something happened, and someone heard his voice and his wishes, and the miracle happened right there :) because... He became a real boy.

The same happen to many of us, and some one will heard our voice, our wishes from the bottom of our hearts.

I liked your poem very much.

Hugs, kisses and blessings for you Toni.

Stell

Mad, among many things you are 'A walking talking work of art,'
in the best sense of the word

Ty for the candid nature of your sharing