Silent Echoes of a Child

Whispers in silence, shadows in my mind,

Echoes of a story I wish I could find.

Carrying burdens that no one can see,

A silent plea trembling inside of me.

The weight of a false charge, a heartbreak unseen,

Struggling with secrets, torn between what’s been.

Eights months lost, in a silent scream,

The child’s silent pain, a muted dream.

Could I have spoken? Should I have fought?

For the voice that was silenced, for the lessons untaught.

Now I see the scars, in the corners and the halls,

A plea in the chaos, behind the walls.

Carry this guilt, it’s a heavy load,

Living with secrets, on this lonely road.

I wish I could turn back, break through the night,

Stand for that child, shine a light.

Every whispered hurt, every hidden cry,

A call for rescue, a chance to reply.

In Ottawa’s shadows, I carry the pain,

Trying to heal what will never be the same.

Guilt’s a shadow I’ll bear all my life,

Holding onto hope, amidst the strife.

A call for justice, a voice ignored,

For the child’s silence, my silent sword.