
Memoir
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
I step back
and try to find it.
The truth of this story.
To see each angle,
embellishment,
edit and cut.
Lost in the pages,
unable to find my way out.
I look for the cracks,
the omissions
in the words of each line.
And I wonder —
Who owns the stories
we tell of our lives?
Whose truth
does this story reveal?

