Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. The topic of how we tend to live our lives through our stories came up with a friend, and we ponder the question: is it possible to live life ‘beyond’ stories? Interested to hear your thoughts when you read this.

I will tell
No.    more.
Stories
Justifying
Shoring support
Painting
My righteous
Picture of
My
Love
Grief
Joy
Pain

Let me
Feel
What I feel
Cry when I
Need to
Rage when
My cells feel
Shredded
When pain
Descends
Unbidden
Unwanted
Ripping apart the
Painstakingly repaired
Crafted
Fabric
Of my
Life

Let me
Feel
What I feel
Smile
When I want to
Laugh
Absorb
And share the
Sheer
Joy and
Awe
The radiant
Glow
When love and
Gratitude
Visit
Just as
Unbidden,
But wanted
Enriching
Many-fold
The graced
Fabric
Of my
Life

I will tell
No      more  
Stories
To claim
Any passing
Thing

23/11/19