A Word in the Telling

I am a story now
a simple word in the ancient book
That has always been.
I am
the ink, the paper
The plot twist and the author.
A small part in a novel
more brilliant than any I will ever write.

I am a verse
in a poem of epic desire
the mortal woman that set the gods afire.

I am a girl in a painting
I am a painter looking at the girl.

I wanted to be part of a great story
and now the story is mine
and I am only a word
a word passing through
a ballad of love
chance meetings
and truth.

I am the woman that waits
the man that fights
the sailor that travels guided by light

over the ocean
through infinite night

and still as ever
just a simple word in a legend
a legend written by the hand that writes them all.

Am I the word
or the hand
the hero
or his muse
am I the dreamer or the one he dreams of
am I all of those
or none of the above.

it doesn’t matter…
it is enough
just to be a word
in the telling of a story
that has always been.

Charity

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