Passion

I found my passion

the other day,

hidden away and abandoned

in a half forgotten dusty box

of odds and ends.

 

And when I found it,

I didn’t recognise it at first,

and I truthfully thought

it belonged to someone else.

 

But then I saw my name

written on its head

in unfadable ink,

and I chuckled,

and I laughed,

and then I said,

“Well, well, there you are,

welcome back, old friend;

seems that you’re

not lost after all,

but found intact again.”

 

I took my passion

from the box

and held it tenderly

in my hands,

and to my surprise,

to my delight,

it disappeared

and formed inside

my head again.

 

10/10/2016

 

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