The Chosen

They say that The story simply Writes Itself And when you feel a story inside you Pushing to get out of your Head You know that you are just the vessel And you must bring this tale to life. It’s as if stories fall like apples from some great Tree, Choose whose head they land in, Plant their seeds. And soon you cannot breathe Without thinking of that story Its characters Plot twists And if you don’t They’ll leave you Find someone else to tell their story And you’re left alone. I write to escape that empty, Lonely Feeling When a story abandons you Because you were not faithful You did not honor the pact: If you are graced with an idea You must bring that idea to life