Our stories

Once upon a date,
There was a story you would not tell.
A story that hid at the back of your conversation,
But that I caught glimpses of, and felt
That this was an important tale.

 

Once upon a midnight,
You told me that story, and my heart opened
With love and sympathy and feeling trusted.
And seeing more than glimpses, I knew
That this was an important tale.

 

Once upon a summer,
Our stories entwined in that beautiful story everyone
Always loves to tell. We saw bright sunshine
In long days, not brief glimpses.
A trivial, but beautiful tale.

 

Once upon an absence,
You learned new tales in which you were
More than human. And returning, your false insight
Allowed you only glimpses of the person I am -
And turned our story into a tragic tale.

 

Once upon a silence,
You fled me and the grief I could not help
But feel at the breaking of our story’s thread.
Now I cannot glimpse where you have gone.
The pain fragmented our tale.

 

Once upon a recovery,
I unravelled the threads of my story
From yours - from the myths and pain and self-delusion.
Now I see in hopeful glimpses that the best of
My tale is yet to be told.

Reviews

[Kelly]

i like how you kept the last line in the stanza's the same, but thought maybe it would be more impactful if you tried a version where you kept the same first lines as well. it also seems in some parts of the poem you are rhyming, which is sort of throwing me off for the rest because i expect to see more rhyming phrases, but they arent there. i really like the conclusion of your poem, it brings the rest full circle and doesnt leave the reader wondering.