Tell me a story.
Not just any story.
Not one where the prince saves the princess,
or they fall in love at first sight.
But tell me a real story.
How awkward it was in the beginning.
How she was a bit crazy
or how he wasn’t the tall, dark, and perfect one.
Tell me a story of actual love.
How it grew.
How it’s still growing.
Tell me a story.
Not about how the animals would help with chores,
or how magic would save the day.
Tell me a true story–
of struggle, defeat, and embarrassment.
Tell me of the injustices that you saw on the daily;
of the fear that people ran from;
of cowardly men who caused destruction.
Tell me a story of your survival
and how you flourished after it.
Tell me an honest story
that evokes visceral reactions
from my body;
a story that resonates with my na`au;
a story that the history books left out.
Tell me your story–
for your story gives me hope
and awakens my own.