Sunday, November 27, 2011

An Untold Tale



We each have our story to tell
A part narrated by others
Reflecting a common thread
That is echoed with a sense of appreciation
Of an undemanding togetherness
Another strand safely hidden away
From prying eyes
Recollected at times with anguish
 At others with sense of shame
And the third that one is really proud of
Recounted with an air of achievement
So often and in ways so varied
That others have already tired of
And resent with a vehemence
At times hidden, at others overstated
That one safely ignores or staunchly defends
In all, the story never really written
Or even narrated
Condemned to remain suspended as memories
Some real, others imagined
That those around ignore
Or narrate in ways that define them
More than oneself

2 comments:

  1. I was especially intrigued by your second line, "We each have our story to tell
    A part narrated by others"

    It is interesting that the stories we think of, as our own, are group narratives of other people's perceptions. The original never gets told as it is. But here's a thought: Life isn't just what we see it as, not just a story by the person who lives it but an epic with a multi-character cast. We may be our main character, the narrator or even just the stage. Everyone else has a part, a voice and a role to play.

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