The Reunification of Destiny
By Jasminum McMullen
3/31/11
Let me tell you about the first time.
The first time I saw her she was a blank page,
new, untouched, plain, a virgin.
I was shy with the ideas, which rolled around my head,
like a continuous loop, a song on repeat.
The most incredible attraction my two eyes could see, beckoned unto me
seductively whispering “write me.”
With a trembling hand and an eager pen we merged together,
creating one sound like a symphony.
I was only nine; it was statutory so we covered our love
in secrecy on pages of loose leaf.
Then she quietly slipped away from me.
I grew older.
The world started to influence me,
that my love for her wouldn’t sustain me.
I needed to focus on A.C.T’s in order to get a degree,
that would furnish a job and salary.
As I S.A.T in agony, barely hearing her steps depart from me,
I called out her name “Destiny,” or maybe it was “destined to be,”
the words caught between my teeth motionless lips never did speak.
Years went by like days trapping me in a maze of grief,
mourning the love lost between writing and me.
So, settled in my maturity and leaning on my newfound spirituality,
I shook off the reality of my own mortality, embraced a pen
like an old friend and to my surprise writing appeared again,
more beautiful and elegant than she’s ever been.
As I carefully placed my words, for a moment the earth stopped its spin.
I promised to love her eternally and together we birthed poetry,
true story.
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