Poetica – We are made of stories

Spin me your story.

Tell what makes you who you are,

or, I'll tell you mine.


What has been still is,

still walks and talks within us.

Denial's fear-born.

Pictures of our past

are not difficult to share

if we do not judge.


Exchanging stories

humanizes differences,

mothers empathy

My source of courage,

my first step in meeting you,

accepting myself.

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