6 Word Stories: The Journey

Never lost, never found, always looking.

Old soul, youthful body, now aging.

Mystic mind, restrained by physical boundaries.

Curiosity a source of eternal light.

Born of unity, driven by diversity.

Lone soul, motherhood: never left lonely.

Lost: reborn by push of infancy.

Four pushes and I am new.

Four pushes and I am “mom”.

Find route, sudden fork, choose path.

Our Stories

We
Have always been
Princesses and Princes.

They took, and told our stories,
Protecting royalty, and fantasy
—called it “fiction”, “faith”, and “history”

We have always been
Our own oppressors
And redeemers.