go stories go..

Fed by stories
All my life
Life containing parts
made of you
Who gave permission
Neither me nor you
Still is there..
Why stories?
Why not real life?
Didn't know, your strife?
Whom to blame then or now?
Happened somehow..
Should not have,
Like many things..
That have..
Letting go,
So easily used this term..
Happens by itself
Apparent as self,
Recurs again
With more or less pain
Avoidance is the choice
Foremost, though done at last..
Damn that past!