Story Tellers

I’ll tell my stories.

My life stories.

My rememberings,


never written down,

but taken in for telling.

Waiting now

to be put outside again.

I’ll tell my stories.

I’ll put the inside out.

See if I can find

my lost past self

and hold it still

for a snap shot

to be taken.

But my dream stories,

were never outside.

They’re the secret ones.


staying inside.

Maybe later

I’ll tell my dream stories,

let you into them,

put them in the mix.

Let you get lost in there,

as I did.

And then

all of you will see

all of me,



there’ll only be my stories.

I’ll be part of your stories


Or will I be lost, 

still lost.

Lost in them.


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