The Storyteller: Their Voice Poem by Nell Sheridan

The Storyteller: Their Voice
(The writer)
See this world through their eyes, not just the beauty, the hurt the pain and the sufferance of the unfortunate,
Take a moment just one, to realize that not everyone is blessed, that your life is lucky and temperate,
See the ocean beautiful, translucent danger beneath, yet everyone's swimming happyin the sunshine,
No regard for danger,lurking secretly below, within their relatively insecurehappy confine,
(The writing)
I write to inform, a teaching of understanding, of those less fortunate attempting to educate humanity,
Yes I write their pain, their thoughts their experiences,crisply illustrated yet presented with dignity,
Anonymity afforded faithfully, the identify of my muse, guarded closely treated like a national secret,
I would never, betray the confidence, naming only those that request it proffering absolutely no regret
(The Truth)
In a world, obsessed with false positivity, failing to deal with the balance of true reality,
Positives can not exist, without the negatives, one needs the other they exist comparatively,
The yin and yang, black versus the white, one needs the other they arecoexisting symbiotically,
Negativity a driving force,bringing changes needed, negativity an improving tool if so used correctly
(The Belief)
In darkness there is light, in light there is darkness, in my words there is beauty and youth,
In despair there is hope,in love there is pain, in my words there is aged honesty and truth,
Read my words, heed the meaning, sip quietly upon the impartedknowledge intended,
Know that these people, theseinspiring muses, at no point to the despair ever surrended,
(The Muses)
Each person paramount,experiences written with care, effectively they are the writers muse,
I will tell honestly, all that occurs, refraining from one sided onlywith just the positive views,
Drawing the picture, the perspective of another, don't tell them how to see through their own eyes,
Judge them fairly, or unfairly if you so wish,don't tell them how to feel about life's unending guise,

They have faced adversity, on a collision course,they have managed to survive with sheer tenacity,
They have defeated, all that crossed paths, even problems that far outweighed their own capacity,
Raise your glass, drink to my muse, providing you knowledge andfactual entertainment,
Just the scribe, who factored in, some rhyming words and obscure poetic entanglement,
(The Honour)
To the muses, I would proudly say, thank you it was my greatest honour to share your pain today,
Thank you again, your trust my compliment, showing me that which you covet from day to day,
Your pain mattered, to me and the readers, people you will never meet or possibly befriend,
I hope at least, I did you justice,that the message within is empathetic the way that Itruly intend,
(The Belief)
In darkness there is light, in light there is darkness, in my words there is beauty and youth,
Indespair there is hope,in love there is pain, in my words there is aged honesty and truth,
Read my words, heed the meaning, sip quietly upon the impartedknowledge intended,
Know that these people, theseinspiring muses, at no point to the despair ever surrended,

(The Reader)
You are sharing all, a momentary elapse,reading and feeling my words upon a crinkled page,
You have followed us, faithfully throughout, each and every emotionally transient stage,
You have laughed, at our conquests, shared a successful smile and clutched at our hope,
You have cried, along side us, with despair and passion as all these emotions do interlope,

(The Success)
You have willingly, formed a humanconnection,feeling for them in shared state of simplistic emotions,
You have diligently, taken words black and white, transferring them into feelings with realistic visions,
A writers success, is simply gauged, by the emotional reaction from their reader at every pivotal point,
You are exactly, our shared success, as our fan and our reader you surely do not ever disappoint,


(Parting Note)
Never ever give up, yes you are the muse, I am just the scribe that wrote about you at will,
Never ever let go, yes you are the reader, I am just the ink within the consistent sharpened quill,
You are the teachers, instructing me in verse, from whom I am so completelyhonoured to learn,
You are the success, the connection of four, at this single point prior to your eminent return,

(The Belief)
In darkness there is light, in light there is darkness, in my words there is beauty and youth,
Indespair there is hope,in love there is pain, in my words there is aged honesty and truth,
Read my words, heed the meaning, sip quietly upon the impartedknowledge intended,
Know that these people, theseinspiring muses, at no point to the despair ever surrended,

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