The Glory of Her Story
A journal in her hand with no one to understand,
a reason to give up yet a reason to live-
A story to tell while living in her mind’s hell,
she picks up her quill and finds a way to give.
Days they pass and memories do last,
but no one can see her top priority-
Pages upon pages with ages of anecdotes,
her parchment saves her as she tells her story.
Every day ~ a new way…
Every time ~ a new rhyme…
Every belief ~ a relief...
As she begins a new chapter and turns a new leaf.
Cradling her gifts, she writes about regret,
standing on the cliff, her saga she won’t forget-
Living on muse she lives to tell a tale,
swimming by the shore she sets off to sail.
Every cloud ~ a shroud…
Every romance ~ given a chance…
Every history ~ written with mystery…
Every story is her daily glory.
Every morning she awakes with a new plot-
living to tell her version of what is fiction
...and what is not.
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December 12, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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