To Begin Again

In an old attic

I explored

Moldy, cracked boxes and steamer trunks

Littered the floor

Clothes; ancient, moth-eaten and musty

Dust bunnies, centuries old

Hiding in every nook and cranny

Discarded, scattered and jumbled here and there

Were odds and ends, knick knacks, thing-of-a-jigs

It made me wonder

If I touch them, will the original owners although long gone care?

I rifled

And sorted

Investigated

And recorded

I was beside myself

With awe and pleasure

And pleasure and awe

Amazed at all the treasure

My two not so young eyes saw

Through the dim and faded light

I lit upon an old book or maybe a journal

Where a person of long ago might write

Sitting innocently on an old corner desk

As if waiting

Waiting patiently for me

For me to come a calling

My fingers trembled and shook

As I reached out for the book

I caressed its worn leather binding

Traced the gold and intricate carving

I opened the cover

To my delight

There was a title written there

'To Begin Again' it said

But no author anywhere

I turned the page

It was blank

I flipped to the next few

And my heart sank

The pages were empty

Disappointed I sat

I sat staring at the title

Is that all there is to that?

Finally as the light dimmed lower

I stood up and made my way

To the attic ladder

As I climbed down with book in hand

I thought to myself

Maybe this was a sign

Maybe it's my time

To start writing in this book

To give my life another look

And begin again.

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*Allene Angelica*

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*Allene Angelica*

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