Tippy-Tappings of Words

I am not a victim. My story is not more worthy to be known than others.
But there are stories that need to be told; mine and yours.
And I am a storyteller.

I do not have all the answers. In fact, I may know very little at all.
Yet the truth yearns to be heard, begs for a translator.
And I am a truth slayer.

I do not need you to know me. Or know what I have been through.
I’m compelled only by the words that run through me, for reasons I don’t understand.
I am an instrument of their purpose.

These words cannot be silenced, imprisoned in the chambers of my heart.
Chew and claw a hole through me, they will, if I don’t set them free.
I am held hostage by their captivity.

I do not need you to know me.
I need only honor the words beating inside me.

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