Why Are There So Many of Us?

I don’t write poetry like I used to, but yesterday morning, this poem came out of me quite unexpectedly.


Why are there so many of us?

Those of us with dreams in our souls and whispers at our fingertips?

Those of us whose curiosity flows like a river after rain?

Those of us with mountains of information piled high on desks with expectations?

We collect stories–but not before we’ve swallowed them and they’ve become part of us.

Who we are.

Fragments and pieces stored up that we will let simmer, rearrange and nurture.

Why are there so many of us?

The wisdom seekers and the revelation enlighteners?

The crafty ones who don’t want others to feel alone?

We write the words others need to hear.

We tell the tales long stored in boxes and photographs; in etchings and journals; between the walls of homes and in the silent prayers of places of worship.

Why are we the ones to be fearless?
To give it all we’ve got?

To imagine the pain and horror and sadness?

The euphoria, the bliss, and the passion?

There is no other way, you see.
We are the ones.


copyright Stephanie Verni 2018
Stephanie Verni is Professor of Business Communication at Stevenson University and is the author of Inn Significant, Baseball Girl, and Beneath the Mimosa Tree. Along with her colleagues Leeanne Bell McManus and Chip Rouse, she is a co-author of Event Planning: Communicating Theory and Practice, published by Kendall-Hunt.

4 thoughts on “Why Are There So Many of Us?

  1. Thank you for sharing this, Stephanie. It’s an idea I enjoy pondering, although it’s a little daunting, too.
    “We tell the tales long stored in boxes and photographs. . .” I consider all the photos scattered around my life when they should be in beautiful scrapbooks. And what am I doing? Grappling with the right word in a personal essay. Then I realize that, for me, the words are the image. The words capture the moment for me better than film.

    Why are there so many of us? Because we all want to share a story.

    Here’s to the Storytellers!

  2. Steph,

    I’ve written poetry since high school and I haven’t shared it with anyone. Not one soul. I always figured that I would share it with my kids one day. Since I think having kids at this point in my life is not going to happen, I will start sharing with friends and family. Might give them insight on who I am and what I have been about all of these years. After my health scare last year, I thought about what I am leaving behind and what mark I hopefully have made in the world. My poetry will hopefully be something to enjoy.

    Brian B.

    1. What a beautiful sentiment. I can totally understand both (a) not sharing for so long, and (b) now wanting to share after your health issues last year. The thing about writing things down on paper is that there will always be a legacy. I think about this with my own kids and realize I didn’t write enough stuff down. Sure, I remember the “big” stories, but the little ones are sometimes just as special. Poetry is so personal and it’s always hard to share it (at least for me) because it feels like you are baring your soul and allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable and transparent at the same time. I hope to read some of your poetry soon, Brian. I am sure it is lovely. And powerful. 🙂 Stay well, my friend.

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