Listen

The story I’m telling myself
Is the story of my life
My truths
My lies
My reading between the lines

I’m surprised when words emerge from the page
With a familiar rhythm
A well-known theme

Sudden bursts of fancy
Light
Fleeting
Playful
Hopeful
Beyond

Bounce back
To a shape much more solid
Though not always as much

These moments
Are still mine

They are snippets
Drafts
Unedited content that merges with the longer narrative
The ending yet unwritten

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