The Storyteller (A poetic story)
A special dedication to Evelyn and Nana Yaa for unconsciously revealing to me that, this blog has an audience waiting. Thank you both 💞 and thank you all for your support ❤ Estimated reading time: 2 minutes She stood in front of the crowd - microphone in hand, Ready to bare her soul but she found no words come out of her mouth. She stood in front of the crowd Her mind racing with thoughts she yearned to express, but she found no words come out of her mouth. She stood in front of the crowd...still silent. Her pen had written many stories of a life she once lived and a life she yearned to live, but she found no words come out of her mouth. Still standing in front of the crowd, her heart was burdened with life's issues, anxiety, fear and doubts which did not belong there. For she knew she should not have opened the door of her heart to thoughts that she simply did not belong. In her mind was a book in which were written all the memories of her life, pages...pages of...