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That was never me
I was born the last word in an epilogue no one ever took the time to read
But who cared
I came after the drama, after the resolution
Superfluous
I was never meant to be top story
I was barely a straight sentence
Couldn’t think of threading a paragraph together
My story, whenever I dared to live it, seemed to be written with invisible ink
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Two words I dreamed of
Out of boredom, tied it to a string and released it to the sky
Watching it befriend the kites
Sometimes I’d see a cloud near it
Gently graze by and kiss the edges of the tall t
But then reject it with tomorrow’s rain
Then I’d pick up the mumble-jumbled letters off the wet pavement
And thread the letters back in order
T-O-P S-T-O-R-Y
And sit and wait unobtrusively like the last word in an epilogue
yet again
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Well then, enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe;)
Comments (2)
Lovely poem. Just write your poetry and don’t worry about TS. 🤗🤩
Refreshing to see if this made it into top story! :) All the best!