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