THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KING

The story that tore his heart…

It started with “once upon a time”

And ended with “Alas he became king”

He felt so horrible

He tried to hold back tears

But they spilled freely

He couldn’t contain his emotions

A sob turned to a hysterical cry

The piece of paper was getting heavy

It was peacefully absorbing the salty drops

The story tore his heart

The tale broke his heart

It was so true

It carried the truth

But just like quinine

It was hard to swallow

The writer just sat there

Staring at him

Watching his every reaction

The writer was shaken

And then the writer had a strange expression on his face

The writer did not expect such a story

A story from a man who oozed confidence and royalty

The king didn’t realise how difficult it would be

How difficult it would be to read his own story…his true story

This was the story of his life

The story of a little pauper turned king

No one was given the privilege to see him this way

He never let himself get this emotional

He was strong and wise

He was the king of his nation

But this writer had found his weakness

“His story written in ink”

The tears had stopped

But the writer was still in shock

He took a deep breath

He picked his sceptre

Majestically he stood

With a gentle stride

He approached the writer

Fearful yet hopeful he handed the writer the last page

And with shaky hands the writer received the last page of the book

“Print and distribute! Let them know their king!”

With these words he left the room

Leaving the poor writer alone in the auditorium

This was the beginning of the truth

A priceless story of the king’s unfathomable shine

The true story of a great king

The autobiography of a king

By Sylvia Chika

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