In shadows deep where echoes hide,
A heart beats soft, its pain denied.
Unseen, unheard, the tears do fall,
A silent cry, a muted call.
The world demands a smiling face,
A mask of strength, a stoic grace.
Yet, deep within, the storms do rage,
Unwritten lines on an empty page.
Validation sought, a fleeting gleam,
A fleeting balm to a broken dream.
To hear, "I see you," just once more,
Would mend the cracks, would heal the core.
But silent sufferers walk alone,
Their struggles carved in unseen stone.
For words unspoken, wounds unseen,
Are the heaviest loads, where pain has been.
Oh, gentle soul, know you are heard,
Even in silence, your pain's a word.
Validation blooms where empathy flows,
A soft embrace where the heart knows.
So hold on, though the weight is vast,
The storms will calm, the night won't last.
For even in silence, you're not alone,
Your voice, though unheard, will find its tone.
@ Pozicool Raga
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