I am a Story
I am a story
A story written years ago
A story hand-written in a small leather-bound notebook
A story untold to the public
Many have come and gone
Touched my back and read my title
But no-one has been interested to finish me
Many have judged me by my cover
A few have picked me up
only to read the first few pages
They found me uncompelling and without zeal
and pushed me back on the shelf
Some even dropped me to the floor
I was patient for long
Waiting for someone
anyone
to read me
finish me
complete me
The words silent and unperturbed within me
One sweet day, you came around
Ripped me open
inhaled my aroma
Screamed my words out loud
Read my chapters
and embraced my sentences
Made my head blossom
Caressed my body
and came to my conclusion
After you finished reading me
you closed me
put me back my the shelf
and walked away
