I want to make dinner
I want to cook meat
and vegetables
and bake bread
then
I want to break bread
laugh and eat and talk
perhaps play cards
around a long, loud
darkwood dining table.
why
does that feel
like such a wild dream?
I want to make dinner
I want to cook meat
and vegetables
and bake bread
then
I want to break bread
laugh and eat and talk
perhaps play cards
around a long, loud
darkwood dining table.
why
does that feel
like such a wild dream?
Our stories are related
but they are different
the point of telling my story
is not to drown out the sound of yours
so I never raise my voice
my presence was never meant
to cast a shadow on you
so I always stand to the side
but the point of telling my story
is to tell
MY
story
it is your responsibility
to tell yours
so one day when you can tell your story
without screaming it
like trying to silence mine,
perhaps I can stand in your light
without fading away
like I am just a shadow.