We each have one.
It defines who we are,
shaping our day-to-day
in a profound way.
Our stories travel with us.
They thread their way
through our lives,
follow us down paths,
to the right and left,
guide our steps,
while our dreams lean ahead.
Our stories are fledglings,
small birds learning the air,
on their own
into the great wide world
to be interpreted by people
who will add, subtract
and make them their own.
Stories stitched into patterns
of color, history, and skin
changing faces
leaving traces
of greatness from above.
They will explore the vastness
of space
travel to other worlds
throw stones at what they fear
take what is not theirs to study,
then form conclusions,
acting on limited knowledge,
from fragments they mistake for truth,
and then retell the story.
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