Fallen From Glory

Fallen From Glory

First the idea is formed in your mind
An adventure full of glory
The perfect story
Time to write it you will find

Now you sit to type your tale
The words pour forth like rain
You work hard but still are sane
In this task you will not fail

Suddenly you hit a wall
You know exactly what you wish to write
This writer's block you must fight
From glory your story must not fall

It takes some time but you soon break free
And the words you needed you again can find
The story you write will be one of a kind
Your story's glory you once again see

Finally you finish typing the last word
The last line of your story
In all of its glory
Your exclamation of triumph can be heard

Your next step is to show your family and friends
The praises of your skill they do sing
Their approbation of your story in your ears do ring
Glory to your tale their approval lends

With a happy heart you put your story away
The printed copy you tuck in a file
You shut the drawer with a satisfied smile
You know you will read it again some day

One year later you are cleaning your room
It is time to clean out your files
You have spread your papers out on the tiles
But perhaps this task is not your doom

You find that magnificent story
The one your wrote one year in the past
You decide to take a break at last
And reread that tale of glory

You sit down to read with a smile on your face
But after the first page your smile begins to fade
This story no longer seems expertly made
You are beginning to feel like you lost a great race

As you continue to read you are filled with dread
This tale is no longer filled with glory
It seems like a child wrote this story
What happened to this story since it was last read?

You ask yourself how you ever thought this was great?
And why did you show this to everyone you knew?
Out the window your writer's reputation just flew
Why did you not realize this was terrible before it was too late?

But there is something at the moment you do not see
Since last year much about writing you have learned
Your skills have grown since the seasons turned
Your aptitude has improved so do not ask "Why me?"

Though this is true you will not realize it today
Maybe not tomorrow
Perhaps the next month will be full of sorrow
Eventually your shame will fly away

So do not tear up your story
Do not throw it in the trash
Or burn it to ash
Even though you feel it has fallen from glory