Stories and Sonnets

It will sound silly, I am assured But it started because I liked to tell stories I talked of princesses saved and sickness cured And laughing children and speeding Lorries I was sure that everyone loved the tales they heard That I never considered them just my glories
My sister told me one day that not everyone liked the sound of my voice And that it would be better if I kept my tall tales to myself But still I found time to hoist My stories out of my mouth of skipping mice or a lonely elf Even if I just spoke to myself while everyone else would rejoice And only read stories from the books on the shelf
And I told myself that it was okay Because then I didn't have to adhere to the linear perspective That everyone wants stories to follow today I could write a sonnet on the rock by the sea instead of A sad girl by the ocean or a man made of clay And nothing could happen but my story would still be effective
So I taught myself how to speak without saying a word And I laughed at the magic that I alone was privy to Even if I felt lonely enough for my vision to become blurred And I compared it in poems to the morning dew But I know that someday my poems will be heard As I'll find someone who wants to listen, and that person is you