My Story
I have no story.
As I sit here pondering my assignment, I realize
I have no story.
The teacher say, "Okay let's start on ballads. Get to thinking of a story."
I sit, and I think. And I sit, and I think, but...
I still have no story
My mind is polluted with ideas that could evolve into spectacular ideas, but...
I still have no story.
I continue to sit hopelessly awaiting for the perfect idea to bust in the doors of my idle brain,
but...
I have no story.
Stories about Adam and Eve, Noah, the adulterous woman, the prostitute who came to Jesus, etc...
Zip through my mind, but none seem to stick.
Those are stories, but they are not mine.
I have no story.
God what do you want me to do?
I can't write a story of them.
I wasn't in their place.
I have no story.
Then the next idea hits like a ton of bricks.
Write of how you have no story.
I begin to write only to find out...
I have a story.