The Narrator
The wonder of being insignificant
Is the multitude of stories that pass by
A melody, a stanza, a song without a beat
You are frozen in time
But the world keeps on moving
And so you weave it into your words
The battles, the sacrifices, all dancing around you so
Suddenly this love has become the greatest sword
Because your stories are your lifeline
Even as they reach unwanted conclusions
A lover, a friend, but still forgotten as ever
The glimpse of possibility became your greatest illusion
Is everything a blur or a freeze frame?
You remember every detail
Your memories, your nightmares, and your daydreams
The greatest heroes are the most frail
Yet you realize that you are not the hero
But the narrator
Every smile, every scream, every word is borrowed
Little did you know, the odds weren’t in your favor
You may survive to the end of the story
But you’ll live with the potent memory
And live to write another love, another heartbreak, another tragedy
Your words the most beautiful mosaic and most horrid cemetery
But all this pain is insignificant
Just like you
A plea, a scream, a question, all lost to time
Eventually you stop wondering, and wishing that they knew
No matter what you do, this is your fate
The world you so love will always pass you by
A melody, a stanza, a song with a beat
You, Love’s broken child, are frozen in time
— Gabrielle Mata