I inhale your stories straight to my bloodline,
into my heart.
It’s a bias, a cloudy blur of–
I get you, I know you, this is a story the world needs to read.
I gather the troops and we circle,
asking questions of how to make it the best it can be
compelling, genuine, engaging, touching, clear.
Through it all, weeks, months, days,
I am you:
I live your story, eat it, breathe it, sleep with it
it is absorbed through my skin to my muscle into my marrow.
For your stories
they
matter.
I must honor them, hold them with care, share them just right.
I am the guardian of your story!
