The Voice They Never Heard

 

O the fire she felt a fire inside-

Not loud, but slow and sure.

A whisper echoing through her chest,

“I was meant for something more.”

 

But hands reached out to cage her light,

Their smiles lined with disbelief.

They wrapped their words in soft concern

And bound her dreams in grief.

 

“You? You think you’ll make it far?”

They’d laugh with teeth that bit.

And so she wore her silence well,

Too tired to fight, too proud to quit.

 

But silence holds a kind of grace,

A place to grow unseen.

And in the dark, she built her name-

Not loud, but fierce and clean.

 

So now she rises, with steady hands,

A voice they never heard.

No need to shout- she simply lives

And let her silence speak each word.