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.