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The Stories We Do Not Tell

 

 

The Stories We Do Not Tell

 

thank god for the
stories we do not tell.

 

blessings upon those
which remain deep in our breasts
fighting to burst forth,
but, muffled, after long, grow still.

 

rejoice that our lips
did not permit more stragglers,
more detail, more vulnerability
toward those to whom it does not belong.

 

and mourn, too,
for those lost moments
burning sadly bright in the fleshy depths

 

who, by necessity,
must never see the sun
or meet fresh air.

 

they wanted their honor,
desperately, they did,

 

but so denied,
become but a cold, grainy bedrock
on which the safer stories may build,
climb, and strive their way into the light,

 

permanently unaccompanied by
those who make it even possible.

 

© Tracy Lucas, 2017

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4 Responses to “The Stories We Do Not Tell”

  1. Eileen O Norman says:

    Wow!! On target. Well done. Those memories that keep us humble, knowing the cracks in our core where old hatreds lie and betrayals fester. Freeing us to confess to lesser crimes against our own humanity and feel at least slightly true behind our veils.

    • Tracy Lucas says:

      Thanks, Eileen. Glad it hit home for someone besides me. That’s reassuring.

      Just had this volcanic image and went with it.

      Ash on top of ash. So little ever really hits the air.

  2. Nina Allbert says:

    Fantastic.

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