Mechanic

She was my childhood friend
We grew up together
Explored together
Played together

Now
She is merely there
Watching, and waiting
For my return.

She is still a friend
But a more distant one
Mechanic-
She's always ready to fix things.

Whether it be feelings
Confidence
Determination
Or automail

She is the mechanic-
No.
She is the pivot.
The pivot that keeps us going.

She mends our hearts
She tends the automail
And she eases the pain
My broken wings bring

She fixes the kinks
She fixes torn feathers
She removes the stress
From the painful weight that they hold.

My shoulders feel lighter
And it feels easier
To carry the burden
In my back.

And now she merely waits
Waiting for the next chance she gets
To heal us
To repair tainted wings

To repair our hearts,
however heavy they may be,
she's always there-
Waiting to fix our problems.

She's the mechanic-
She's the pivot-
She's the childhood friend-
Winry.

As I leave out her door once more
I can tell she already can't wait
Until the next chance
To see us again.

We were childhood friends.
And I was always the leader.
And now she is still at the sidelines,
prepared to step in whenever we've stopped

Prepared to step in whenever
We feel we can't move forward.
She eases our pain,
And pushes us in the right direction.

Looking back, I wave,
While she quickly fixes
a disheartened feather
On my guilty wings.

She's always there for us,
Waiting at the sidelines.
Prepared to push us forward,
in the times we are lost.

She's the mechanic.


A/N:

Yup, I reeeeeeally felt like writing tonight.

It's kind of strange, when I think of Winry, I think of her like a pivot, as mentioned in the poem. If she weren't there, everything would fall apart. ... Literally, in fact xD

Rei