ODE TO THE 10-YEAR OLD MANUSCRIPT
There you sit languishing away
on my hard drive.
You've not been forgotten.
Through the years, I've thought
of you often.
With fondness. With longing.
You were my first attempt at writing
more than a few pages.
And you're not half-bad.
Lately, you've been on my mind
on a daily basis.
Teasing me with what-ifs.
I opened you today and began to read.
Curiosity got the better of me,
and I just had to peek.
Although there are many cringe-worthy
passages, overall, your story
still touches my heart.
So instead of just reading, I find
my fingers typing--deleting, adding,
revising to fit me as the author I am today .
Maybe, just maybe, some day soon
I'll be ready to share you
with the world.