Our Stories
Woven, like yards of string,
Tangling, knotting, unraveling.
Looping, in hundreds of rings,
Our strings, our stories, is what we're meant to be finding.
The journey will make us who we're meant to be.
As we trod, slowly, painfully, onward,
A new person will arise, for all the world to see.
This new person : proof that we have succeeded, conquered.
To find our stories, is our quest, our final goal.
To find them, reshape them,
So we become something more, something whole,
And from there, our lives shall stem.
Stem into something, beautiful and pure,
For after we find our seeds, a plant is sure to grow.
Tangles, knots, and finally unravels,
Woven together, Our Stories.
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Heyyyyyyyyy peoples!!! I'm so sorry I didn't post last week. I had a bit of a writers be block... But we're all good now, so happy reading!!
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Unspoken Words.
General FictionHighest Ranking #95 in General Fiction. A collection of stories and poems that I have written. Most of these I would never tell anyone about, except family, so this is the first time these are reaching other people's eyes, your eyes. I should pro...
