— Stories surge, and I march.
(Author’s Notes)
There’s a beat in my chest that won’t quiet down.
Not fear—momentum.
I used to “look for” good stories.
But lately, I don’t search.
They surge—like bright birds launched from the trees of my mind.
I step onto the field with ink on my fingers,
and a calm fire in my lungs.
My words are not weapons to wound,
but lamps—small lights I can pass into another’s hands.
I will march with tenderness and precision.
I will choose details like a craftswoman chooses her tools.
I will honor myth, memory, and the quiet rooms of the heart.
And when a story arrives, I will not hesitate.
I will stand, lift my flag, and tell it.
This is my vow as a storyteller:
To listen fiercely.
To shape bravely.
To offer beauty that steadies the soul.
One tale at a time.
— Gloria Lee
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