Story – Written Wednesday 10th January 2025 (Aged 49)

Story

It is clear I’m finished here.
In a sense,
my own story is told—
the one which I want to write.

If I listened to others and accepted being told,
accepted the narratives, the layout,
the pages, the chapters,
if I accept all that,
then I can continue here.
But I can’t do that.

Maybe it is ego going full pelt.
Maybe the very act of being told
is enough to push me
and push me on to somewhere else.

And I can’t be told
when the tell leaves a bad taste
and a funny smell.
When the book being written
comes with illustrations of an empty well.

So I need to move away,
find a place elsewhere
with a story that feels comfortable to share.

I need control
just as I need light.
And I need to ensure
that any story written
needs to be the one
that I want to write.

James Garratt – Wednesday 15th January 2025

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