tiredPeace, I ask,
all you mythic images in my head,
heroes and villains,
do you wish I was dead?
Peace, I ask.
Noise, noise,
how all of you characters keep asking to be heard,
all at the same time,
I can’t even get in a word –
Noise, noise.
Will you remember?
Although you all are larger than life,
not so the storyteller.
I have things to do, and am a wife –
Will you remember?
Let me tell my tales,
without your pushing and shoving in my head.
I have many things to say–
Don’t make me regret and wish you were dead .
Let me tell my tales.
