Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Rebirth

For a little moment,
For a short time.

The book covers itself with dusty clouds
underneath all the old toys and old clothes
waiting for someone to brush them off.

It tries to turn and twist with all its might,
but gets nothing favourable in return.

Just silent,
and nothing but the looks of despair.

How it wants to be opened,
and how it wants to be seen as something
it used to be.

Many days passed,
and still
many people ignore the precious book
that once held the fluttering minds of our young selves.

No longer considered a book,
neither a legend.
But considered something that was just a small entertainment
for us to break free.

And simply
to fulfil curiosity,
a man picks it up and stares.

A mangled book now held on the arms.
Slow hands cleaning away the dark clouds.
The book has still kept its beauty,
and as it opens its tattered papers,
vividly described images engulf the man
into a state of warmth.

The man has obtained his missing childhood book
and that book
is no longer a small entertainment
but a legend brought back into the present.


The Legacy Of Ones Own Journey

There will be a time
on a late summer bed
when a kid will ask me
how I spent my years as a young girl.

I would freeze my two mother-like hands
then maybe give a few chuckle
here and there.

Laugh about a few raindrops I've touched.
Frown about the antique dolls and them
highschool accolades 
still hanging around my spring collections.

Oh, 
and maybe shed a few distant cries 
as I sway myself 
back into my oblivious past

To where I used to flutter 
from my first friend,
to my middle school graduation,
to my first love,
to entering college,
and of course,
to the people whose relationship I've decided to keep.

Despite all this explanation
a mere kid would not understand
what miraculous journey I have created with my own set of 
given and earned privileges.

Or so I presumed
When this kid grows to be a man
He will understand the miraculous journey
I have told him many years ago.

He, too, will make one himself.