The Stories We Make

You think you know my story, you assume what it’s like to be me, I wrote your story before the count of three

But you don’t know and neither do I so lets take time to discover and rid of the lies

Did you picture a girl afraid of abandon failing again or just letting go, of the past I regret or that the voice inside me is my biggest foe

Did I know your pain or the trials endured of your passions projects and times you were bored

The stories we tell in the silence of our heads are the stories that lead to division and dread

Let’s sit my friend and discover anew the truth about me and the truth about you

Let’s delight in the differences let curiosity abound the truth of discovery is a beautiful sound

Deliciously Different we are meant to be each a true miracle as deep as the sea

All here for a purpose our value innate there’s really no reason for the animosity and hate

Love is the answer it starts with just me, as I seek to understand what I cannot see

Coming together regardless of race belief or religion no longer relegating one to the hole of a pigeon

Let’s gather and listen envision anew a world that embraces the me’s and the you’s

Let’s value all creation as a part of the whole though our bodies are temporary not our spirit or soul

So tell me your story what the world did to you your hopes and your dreams…Do they scare you too?