Birth of a Story

I.

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I.

Inside me a story is sleeping

No nudge can wake this beast

And food is not an obstacle

With memories for a feast

So it can stay there hidden

Secret, mysterious child

I know that you are in there

Being, growing, wild

II.

Wake up and find me waiting

A pen poised at the ready

Thoughts now clear, words echoing

A heartbeat none too …