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Why tell a story?
Why not just tell the truth?
Because sometimes the truth is so unbelievable,
Our ears melt.
Our hearts turn to stone.
Our eyes roll inward
Until all we can see is dark.
A story helps.
We pretend to be someone almost like us,
In a reality almost like ours.
Someone who may not have all of the answers,
But who does have all of the lines,
And knows when to speak and when to be silent
And when to fight and when to cry.
Someone who can make people laugh,
Who can stare fear in the eyes
And find its gentleness
And scrape out the grime
To reveal the light beneath.
You performed for us.
You were not afraid to be a hero
Or a villain
Or a misanthrope
Or a father.
You taught us.
You seemed to have a script
Written inside the walls of your heart.
The big questions did not make your ears melt.
They did not bind your tongue.
You told the story
Of how to be bold,
How to scrape away the grime,
And find the light beneath.
Before you took the stage, you raided a prop closet.
All of the mirrors it contained
Were arranged so that
As the story became frightening
And we could hardly believe it
And we balled our fists so tightly we cut our palms,
Your light ricocheted through the theater and burst through our dark,
And made our eyes turn outward,
And our ears open wider,
And our hearts beat harder,
Because you told your story and
Your story was true.
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