Stories

I want to write
send words to unknown places
with rebellion on their lips
dare-devilry on their faces

Tell stories seldom told
but as old as the world itself
that tug and tear and heal
bring you closer to your self

I want to master feeling
spin joy -- distil pain
grow misery in my garden
make love fall and kindness rain

And yet I write not a single word
nope, I do not even try
my mind is that graveyard
stillborn stories go to lie

Still I wait in hope
that one day it shall come
that perfect little story
the plectrum to my hum

My own little story
that comes from deep within
and if you listen closer
the words pulse beneath my skin