I’m joining with Lisa-Jo and her friends for Five Minute Friday again this week. Every Friday Lisa-Jo gives us a writing prompt and asks us to write for five minutes about it without stopping to edit or agonize about getting every word and punctuation mark exactly right. For today’s prompt she gave us one of my favorite words: “Story.” I feel like I’ve already written so many posts on this topic. Just last week I wrote a post about “Other People’s Stories.” The tagline of my blog is “living my story one page at a time.” Coming up with just one idea and limiting myself to just five minutes is going to be a challenge, but I think I’m up for it. My mind is going many different directions, but my thoughts keep going to a poem I wrote in either late junior high or early high school. I had some “angsty” periods during those days and I think the poem came out of one of those times. I don’t have the actual poem with me because I’m pretty sure it’s in a box in a long-term storage facility in Alabama, but I remember several of the lines. So I’m going to embrace my inner 14-15-year old and let her out to guest host the blog today. Caution: she is prone to drama and self-absorption, but be tender with her. God’s not through writing her story yet. Here she goes:
You say you know me like a book, but you’ve never even read me.
You recognize me by my cover. Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to judge books by those?
You think you know me because you’ve read a few reviews other people have posted about me. Maybe you’ve even flipped through my pages and read a few stories, but you haven’t read the whole book. You don’t really know me.
You haven’t read the introduction. You don’t know how my story came to be or why it’s important to the world.
You haven’t read the acknowledgements. You don’t know who contributed to make me who I am today.
You know nothing about the plot development or theme and you don’t get the symbolism.
I’m so much more than the synopsis you read on the inside book jacket.
Stories take time and you’re just too busy to read mine.
I want to be more than one of a stack on your nightside table. Something you’ll get to when you don’t have anything better to do.
So please don’t say you know me like a book.
I don’t think you read books like I do.
Told you she was a little “angsty.” Anyone else want to pull out a poem from the teen years? Maybe a good journal entry? Those are always fun! Come on! Introduce us to the younger you! Anyone else have a good list of names you want to give your future children? Or was that just me?