Silent Scream of the Heart

Whispers haunt the night, a silent scream,

Caught in between what is real and the dream.

I sometimes reach a point in my mind,

Where the echoes of doubt rewind and rewind.

All the voices I thought I had controlled,

Feel like shadows in the darkness, bold.

Chains and ties that still bind me tight,

No comfort, no compassion in sight.

A heart that gives, but feels the sting,

In a world that thrives on the suffering.

The tears fall onto her cheeks as she lays,

Crying for hope, lost in the maze.

No one understands and no one knows,

The weight of a heart that endlessly grows.

With bruises that tell a story untold,

A fighter beneath, fierce and bold.

Selfishness wraps its hands around her soul,

But her spirit won’t break, it yearns to be whole.

Smiling to hide the wounds underneath,

She shows everyone of her strength, but they’re blind to her grief.

The tears fall onto her cheeks as she lays,

Crying for hope, lost in the maze.

No one understands and no one knows,

The weight of a heart that endlessly grows.

With bruises that tell a story untold,

A fighter beneath, fierce and bold.

So here’s to the warriors, the silent, the brave,

In their hidden battles, they find what they save.

Though the world may not see all the pain that they hide,

These hearts are the beacons, and they won’t be denied.