Tuesday, November 8, 2016

the stories we live

the stories we live
joyous
or painful
recorded in flesh
a wrinkle
a scar
seem so real
so permanent
but when we look again
we find they've changed
the face in the mirror
hauntingly familiar yet undeniably strange
the stories told now by some voice
not quite our own
whispering in the distant echo of a dream
and we are free
to believe them
or not
to wake
and write something new