A reflection on an in class story reading.
The turn of pages was given a voice
Because of the tension of silent breath.
Cynical eyes expectant and wide
With anticipation for fictional lives.
When ideas perish do stories survive?
As forgotten deities tracing their steps
Over the linear paths of choices.
How do you speak so an adult can hear
The tragedy of childish ears?
A story whispers out the words
That only secret fears have heard.
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