Sometimes you're a footnote.
Others can refer to.
Other times you're lucky enough.
To be a whole entire chapter.
Some people go.
So they turn into a page.
As they wonder why.
They're not mentioned,
Again by name.
Other people's stories.
Will stay estranged from you.
While others will weave,
Their way into your world.
We are all just living stories.
Wanting to be heard.
Needing to be seen.
Trying to find a home.
Among the margins.
Of life.
We are all just stories.
With something to say.
That we are here.
Even if it was just,
For a chapter or two.
We all become stories.
At the end of the day.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 7:13 PM UTC
Sometimes you're a footnote.
Others can refer to.
Other times you're lucky enough.
To be a whole entire chapter.
Some people go.
So they turn into a page.
As they wonder why.
They're not mentioned,
Again by name.
Other people's stories.
Will stay estranged from you.
While others will weave,
Their way into your world.
We are all just living stories.
Wanting to be heard.
Needing to be seen.
Trying to find a home.
Among the margins.
Of life.
We are all just stories.
With something to say.
That we are here.
Even if it was just,
For a chapter or two.
We all become stories.
At the end of the day.
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