We are all made of stories.
All pages of a book,
unwritten sections still connecting
within the mind of the cosmic author.
Open the gold lined binding
and inside you will find a whole new world.
Take a run up and dive in.
Each sentence a minute
of a clock hand unwinding,
ticking in reverse as the images
flash backwards to those
flickering beginnings.
Each word that is placed within
adds to the bouquet. Every paragraph
a perfume-scented reminder
of a different day.
As you slip through the pages,
a day at a time, building the background
to your own storyline.
We are all a part of a story.
One giant manuscript, that sits,
never complete, as each moment
of breath we breathe, another storyline
paints itself onto the page beneath,
whilst a different one weaves its way
to the stars.
There will be setbacks,
rolls of the dice
sending you back
to an early place in life.
You'll fall. You will be hurt,
but you'll survive
and at times you'll thrive.
Our pages interlink,
crossing pen ink
into another person's story.
Some blot the pages
making them hard to read.
Whilst others leave
doodles, love hearts
and flowers covering
the margins.
Our storylines will have
many cliffhangers,
lots of dead-end streets.
Each blended storyline we meet
will bring a smile
or share their sharpened teeth.
So many routes to navigate.
Will there be sadness or a happy fate?
Outcomes of which we can never know,
because if we knew,
we would alter this human state,
where mistakes are there to teach.
Love is the lesson. We need
to practice what we preach.
The love of the earth,
will reward you for your role in this book,
which will always sit incomplete.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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