The Keeper of Stories

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“I am not the keeper of secrets. No, I am the keeper of stories!

Some painstakingly written so deep into the crevices of one’s mind that it takes a co-author to help rewrite them.”

This is who I am; to one, to many, the amount is of no importance to me.

Every gift I have in me is to bless others, rich or poor.

It does not matter what title they bear or their journey.

I am able to help them see their purpose, reach their ends, take the halves they have, and make them whole.

Sometimes, their stories have been scribbled upon almost unidentifiably, and some erased upon their travels tossed and driven.

Then there is the transformation, the new birth, rendered through physical, mental-emotional, and spiritual toil.

Alas! The truest work is ready to be done; there are pages to be bound in place, ink to be crafted, and new titles to conjure.

This is when writer’s block cannot be found.

This is when the struggle to tell their story is no longer in their mouths, strangling their words of truth and twisting their bellies from the thought of how they were force-fed someone else’s narrative.

The hat of shame is no longer worn upon their heads.

They are writing! The midnight oil is burning! And we are laughing!; We are found together weeping with joy from all we can see!

At this moment, the most extraordinary story is being written, and I have become the keeper of what was and will never again be.