In life we are faced with choices.
We are bombarded everyday by voices
that ask questions and make noises
and we have choices.
And so we choose and follow them through.
And hope it was the right thing to do.
As writers we are faced with choices,
We own the voices that bombard our characters and ask questions,
we make noises and drop choices for them. And they choose and follow through.
We have a responsibility,
writers that we are,
we have a heavy task set upon us
to make the right choices,
We are twice burdened
with life and with stories
to make or ignore the voices.
Writers are haunted by voices.
The cries of stories not yet written,
the screams of poems not yet given,
riven by the wails of our unnamed words
and and stories not yet heard
even by us.
And so as writers
we face this decision,
Which voice will be given
A chance to free itself from
the confines of the mind,
and breathe free air on pages and lines.
This choice makes all the difference.
We have power,
the creators that we be,
To bring fire into a raging sea
and watch the world that we have made
burn,
We have power to make others
yearn for more.
And if we choose, we can withhold.
Or unfold the mystery that we hold in the palm of our hands.
But the most spectacular thing of all is that we are not the only ones with choices.
The words have choices,
decisions to make,
About whether or not it will take
the life or give it,
Stay in shadows or live it out,
inspire them or bring doubt,
Hold on to a demon or cast it out.
And we the writers are
powerless to their choice,
we follow wherever the story leads
and go with their wind.
An trust that their current will bring
a story which will ring true
in the hearts of those who have choices to makes and follow through.
SK
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