Prompted poetry: retelling

Responses and suggestions welcome!

the stories we tell
ourselves are roots that tangle
other stories in the dark
loam of time

the stories
we tell ourselves are stems
that twine and shoot
sunward in defiance
of gravity

the stories we tell ourselves
are blossoms whose fragrance fills
the air with longing

 

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