What Is The Purpose?

What is the purpose

Of reading my stories aloud?

I wrote them to be read,

Privately.

I wrote them for me,

Sincerely.

To hide the truths

That haunt me.

But with a poem I can see,

A purpose to be spoken.

For the beat, the rhythm,

Emotions.

But for my stories,

I see none.

Though you should see them.

See and read.

Fully understand

What could not be understood

If I were to speak them,

The trance would be broken.

All the magic would disappear,

And all that would be left

Would be the reality.

My misery.