in the car on my long drive, the radio plays and
i wonder about all these stories we tell, we hear
… what is the power of an individual story?
can one story make a difference ?
i want to believe that
each voice brings hope for change
through shared experience and empathy
– but as i watch each of us – watch myself –
turn away from others, i worry instead
that it is just a habit carried down
through all the years of our existence,
a catharsis to purge ourselves
of our hate and fear and pity
my own thoughts
having already been
spoken many times
but to no effect
is it enough to simply speak?