I’ll tell my stories. My life stories. My rememberings, meanderings 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. Unrevealed 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, maybe. Later, there’ll only be my stories. I’ll be part of your stories then. Or will I be lost, still lost. Lost in them.
About the Author
Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/