O Teller of Tales

No permission needed to write to be a writer.

O Teller of Tales

O Teller of Tales,
no one will knight you.
No quill will tap your shoulder.

O Teller of Tales,
you've already done it—
whispered Listen, come closer,
and watched them lean in.

O Teller of Tales,
the only magic there is:
the gathering around your words,
seeing what you've conjured from thought.

O Teller of Tales,
you tell tales not because you were granted permission,
but because stories live in you—
the proof is in the telling
and the ears turning to listen.