Not so long ago, I wrote a story,
Of the lovely dimes and their damsels,
In a different town , In a different world,
Where the identity was known ajar.
Not so long ago, Where I was me,
And the story was near and complete,
In the minds it revolved each day ,
Prompting me to write and culminate.
Not so long ago, came a breaking,
When the cork rushed off a jar,
And came a storm to pause it all,
Like a numbness life went still.
Not so long, the numbness went far,
Healing restored the cells in the brains,
And I poured the scribbling on a paper,
Hidden behind a mask but I still created.
Not so long ago, eyes stationed on a few pieces,
Of paper and of ink, where I wished to be a star,
Twinkling in the sky of fame, with the writings of a genius,
And I wondered, What will be the fate of that story,
Lost in anonymity, or a published self generating smiles in all?