Universally Unique

My story is not unique
but it’s uniquely mine
My experience is universal
yet my own

People say, “me, too!”
But how can they know
They weren’t there
My pain is not theirs

What others have been through
mirrors my ordeals
with a twist


For the Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today Grace wants us to use the word “twist” in a quadrille of exactly 44 words, no more, no less. I wrote all but the last stanza of this last night with the hopes I could work in the given word and make it a quadrille. Head on over the dVerse and check out some of the other twisted quadrilles the pub patrons have to offer today.


I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


31 Responses

  1. What a great reminder to fully listen to another person’s story rather than so eagerly jumping in with our own.

  2. no two stories are the same, but the recurring theme of loss and grief is what allows humans to share sympathy and empathy despite whatever differences in details.

  3. Well done. I think so many people do not know how to just listen and they feel awkward and then jump to fill the space with a “me to” or “I know someone” or “well, I think you should”….
    Listening – a look in the eye — a pat on the hand. A quietness – sometimes that’s all that is wanted – that in itself is a validation.
    Your words ring true here. Very well said.

  4. I think we may all experience the same, but the impact and depth are unique to each and everyone ~ Love the twist in the end & thanks for playing along ~

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