The Voice
I open my mouth to talk and no one seems to notice. I speak again, this time louder, but silence is my only audience. In desperation, I stand, and with all the strength and passion I have within me, I try to make myself known- nothing. Choking on the words that no one heard, I watch as everyone around me speaks simultaneously, oblivious of my presence. Noise, noise, noise- it's deafening to me, so covering my ears, I run into the shadows. There in the solitude of stillness, I find a welcoming smile.
"Hello," I whisper.
"Hello," came the response.
The beauty of that word was too much for me to handle. Never had a word so aptly spoken been so full of love, power or healing. I had been heard!
Weeping, I fall to my knees and ask, "You can hear me?"
"Of course, I can hear you."
"How? No one else hears me."
"They can't hear you because they are too busy listening to their own voices. You are trying to be heard by people who have deaf ears, elevated in their own eyes, unwilling to acknowledge someone with a voice of wisdom and truth. You are talking to the wrong people; go and find those who will listen. You have a beautiful voice that needs to be heard, find those willing to hear. Leave those who cannot behind and continue to walk forward; eventually, they may catch up. Now then, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
"My name? My name is, Mute."
"No, my Dear, your name is, Heard!"
