Stories
There's power in the stories we tell.
Once upon a time there was...
A princess
A handsome knight
A golden-haired girl
A silly boy,
And they had...
A terrible secret
A beloved pet
A box of matches
Missing parents
A raging hunger
(Take your pick and make your own)
And then...
And then...
And then they suffer,
Through trials and tribulations,
But it comes out right in the end.
There's comfort in the stories we tell.
Comeuppance for the villains,
A happily ever after in the end.
We carry stories with us,
Taking comfort in their rhythms.
We can wear them like armour,
Fighting dragons and our demons,
Or wrap them all around us,
Fall asleep in happy endings.
We can give them to another,
Wrap them up in ribbons,
Telling them in whispers,
Or shouting them from stages.
The clever, cunning tricksters,
The battle-hardened soldiers,
The tropes of tales guide us.
Characters walk beside us.
There's power in the stories we tell,
There's truth in these strange fictions.
Todays #Inktober poem. If you like it, please feel free to share!
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