In the end, we’ll all become stories.
~Margaret Atwood
there is this one question
that often troubles me
at sleep in dreams
I read from Homer to
Eliot, from Shakespeare
to Bronte’, yet, somehow
Atwood’s verses touch
my soul like no other
what is so special about
it? perhaps, the untarnished
truth of women folks, or the
shared history of lost men.
and yet, somehow she
managed to string all these
complex stories in one
simple web
without losing her mind,
selling her home, or eating
wood for dessert.
she is special.
she is rare.
she is what she is.
and she had known it
for a long time
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