As now they are no longer kept for you,
As it’s time to let go the yokes that I behold,
As the best never really came from you,
The stories untold are ready to unfold.
Now that I know you better,
Stories untold make me stronger,
Stronger to tear each of them into the bin,
To read them aloud out of the world within,
And to be happier that you can’t hear it.
(16th May 2011)