The Story We Tell Ourselves

This is the story
We tell ourselves
Like wishes and dishes 
That pile up past today
With tomorrow a
Lesson of what should
We say
Hi there I’m hurting
I’m shaky at best
With dates on the calendar
And should we care less
My mentions a moment
Of let me stand still
Remembering roses
They blossom at will
So looks listen
Legislate the wrongs
At each turn
Then yesterday 
The reason
That we should all learn


With goodbyes
Forever Eye’s 
And the seen
And unseen
Like gold set 
In cravings
And stones with 
Heads too
We wonder and whistle
The tracks of tears
True 
All that we tell ourselves
About loss and years 
Time 
The story’s a tall tale
We tell ourselves with 
Our reasons 
Without rhyme
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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