Instagram Prompts Series: Prompt # 2 - Pisay

I feared you 

you who housed the best of the best 

you who struck a nerve whenever mentioned. 

In the minds of people come

a ripple of amazement 

or intimidation 

or both. 

You who to me were unknown 

you who to me were like uncharted seas 

yet seemingly fate has called me back 

even though fate I tried to change. 

But then, they happened. 

They -- that childhood best friend, that fellow bookworm, 

that Twitter moot, that silly skilled artist. 

Those new names I have to learn 

new faces I have to accustom myself.

Both the familiar friendships, 

and the unexpected ones.

Those genuine younger peers  

and the earnest gleam in their eyes 

whenever a conversation was attempted,

as I felt a warmth sweep over my unwonted heart

-- once afraid, twice unsure,

now yellow. 

The people I've heard stories about 

Are now the people I write my own story with: 

to one the pen

to one the ink

to one the paper

writing letter, after letter, after letter.

Each day a new chapter writing in itself 

or so, was already written by the Author 

that I merely witness unfold 

So to you -- you whose lips 

have spoken my name; and I, yours 

To you, who I have yet to learn and study 

yet to say the first hello

yet to share the first joke 

yet to cry the first tear-broke sorrow

you are the characters He chose for this story 

to play and dance with me in this unhinged whirlwind called

Pisay. 

Prompt submitted by @ydace_