Lisa A. Kramer

by Lisa A Kramer, in Writing

I hear them, calling out to me, in voices that whisper just beyond understanding.

"Tell my story," they say.

"Let my voice be heard."

"Pick me, pick me!"

 

Unknown voices from the past whose stories have yet to be told. Souls wandering the earth, yearning to be heard, to connect, to be remembered. Spirits of nature, lost in the vagaries of time, longing to reconnect with human voices. Imaginary voices gathering dreams as they hope to be given life.

They are all there, whispering, touching, feeling, being.

And yet . . .

I cannot find the way in. I cannot write the stories down. I cannot hear the voices clearly enough to give the stories the life they deserve.

I am lost in the wilderness of voices.

Can you hear them?

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