It sat there,
The words sprayed
Against the white snow.
Tell me your story
4 words.
Five syllables.
Tell me your story.
Not a question.
A command.
It was
Simple,
Really.
Just Words
Sprayed
Neon-green
Against the
White snow.
Tell me you story.
Simple.
But
It
Wasn't.
It wasn't
Simple
It was anything,
Anything
But
Simple.
What if you don't
Have a story?
And if you do,
What if it’s boring?
What if no one wants to
Read
It?
What if it’s a
Simple
Story?
What if you don’t
Like
Your story?
Isn’t it just
Words?
Does it
Really
Matter?
But then,
It isn’t
Just words.
It’s
More.
Tell me your story.
