A Pencil

I was the pencil that got broken. I stayed there for years pondering over the sacrifices I paid to keep the other part united and focus. But life has its ups and downs. The pencil was broken-down. There came the silence, followed by loneliness. There came too the pains and the frustration. The pencil was lying there on the floor unused, unproductive and sidelined. I gazed at the other part of me. She was unperturbed and indifference "Life goes on in as much I've the sharpened part", she said and smiled.
Suddenly, I saw a hand. He took the sharpener and got me sharpened. He said, " don't ever believe it's over. I've a plan and a future for you. To make you the head, to give u an expected end, to bless you and to use the eraser on your head to correct your yesterday, satisfy your today and rewrite your tomorrow, say 'A.men".
-Osazuwa Aghaowa