Each tale told has its own writer.  This is especially true of our own tales.

Rite of Your Own Story
by Michael Romani

In the rite of our own personal story
There can be no big truth or glory
Until each of us is ready enough
To put pen to paper calling our own bluff

Too many wait for a glimpse of perfection
To be said within and that gives direction
Never daring past the puzzle of first line
Never find the courage to our own Valentine

The part that is perhaps the most strange
Is that since infancy we have set exchange
Between those who write then read what's told
And the buyers of this currency that's sold

There in the signal hidden in all the noise
Is that one simple truth each writer employs
The patterns of flower, face and of all nature
Are ingrained in each of us as we mature

The circle becomes worried at the things unhurried
While the best of tales perhaps remain buried
Hidden in the fear of the never quite good enough
While their writers are too busy looking for the right stuff

(c) October 13, 2018  Michael Romani
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