stories

written on November 19, 2021

we’ve all got stories 

to tell

locked

in a box 

stowed away

for the fear 

it’ll drive 

people away

and the key

we held tight 

as we wait 

for someone 

who would earnestly listen 

and a heart

that would not judge 

the written words

when we hand them 

the key

to unlock

the forbidden box 

only to reveal

a collection of

(silenced) stories 

buried

over the years 

these are 

the ones 

we thought 

would never

see the light 

yet

the same ones 

that long 

to be read

to be accepted 

for what they are 

bracing the fear

as it bares it’s weaknesses

to be vulnerable

with the raw emotions 

it may trigger

all it ever wanted 

was to be heard 

a proof (of some sort)

that it exists

before it’s gone 

with the wind 

as did our thoughts 

and faded memories