Every wall has that story
Every picture has that story
Every story has that something
A moment of,
Glory
Vulnerability, and
The truth

The facts reside somewhere
Within,
The more we live,
The more we fear to die
The more we love,
The more risk we get hurt
The more we think
The more we stay silent

Though,
This too will pass

If I’m a writer,
I’ll not dare to end the story,
At the middle of the laugh, or
At the middle of the cry

Story never ends
We try to end the story