The Voice She Lost

She should have spoken,
many truths stayed unbroken.
What made her take that final act—
was she hiding some hurting fact?

People talked behind her back,
blame on her came in a pack.
But I recall what she confessed—
every dream of hers was pressed, suppressed.

“Forget it, adjust…” they said,
till her heart felt scared and bled.
Each time she called with a trembling word,
all she wanted was to be heard.

She didn’t hope for cheers or rejoice—
just one warm and steady voice.
She worked hard, fought every storm,
yet pain still took a heavy form.

Her trust lay shattered, torn in pieces,
as her own people made her voice ceases.

But deep inside a spark stayed bright—
a tiny flame holding quiet light.
Hoping one day truth would rise,
and chase the darkness from her skies.

For every heart that stays unheard,
carrying pain without a word—
may courage grow, may kindness start,
and gentle hands heal the breaking heart.