If I Could Tell A StoryA Poem by Andrew WilliamsonTo those who want to speak outIf I could tell a story, with sentences well composed, like stage performers who rose, when the silence was greatest. Who wove words like thread into every shaking head despite the disapproving glances. Taking chances on writing because inside they were fighting with demons and monsters. Demons who told them, they were doing it wrong, who lied as they cried singing sad lonely songs. Conflicted writers, depicted as fighters convicted for crimes against speech. Every voice that took to the stage and enraged a nation with ideas thought stupid. If I could tell a story. Of the time I was broken, when I stepped from my bed as though rudely awoken by terrors of the night, who were people I knew, the bullies who tortured me, and the unlikely few Who made it much further, than I ever could, and should I follow their footsteps? Left, right, left again. and then what? Nothing but a parrot, reciting someone else’s story. If I could tell a story, nothing gory, nor graphic, about the time when I decided, I’d play with the traffic. Yes. I was foolish but if it took a car bumper and a dirty ripped jumper to give me a story, I’ve got to do better. If I could tell a story, that grows longer each day, it would give me a reason, a purpose to stay. If I could tell a story, I’d leave it to my mind, to write and recite the past that lasted on rewind. If I could tell a story, would I shake the world today? If I could tell a story, Would you hear the words I say?
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StatsAuthorAndrew WilliamsonLondon, South East, United KingdomAboutI'm Andrew, an 18 year old from the UK. I wrote my first poem when I was 10 but only discovered a passion for it when I was 16 after I found I was able to communicate through the words I wrote, someth.. more..Writing
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