I have a story
that I have to tell
my only hope is
that I do it well.
The story does not
exist in full form,
for its creation
is off from my norm.
It makes itself known
slowly, bit by bit.
It creates itself;
I don’t create it.
In the past two days,
a lot was revealed,
and from this point on
my lips have been sealed.
For to discuss it,
even one hour,
would assuredly
weaken it’s power.
