There is a voice coming my way
between the cracks of the void I’m in
the voice sends wavelengths to my direction
they felt so obscure..
and yet so frozen when brushed against me.
Not heard by ears that turn away,
Soft whispers lost in the wind's sway.
A plea for voice, a muted call,
Bound by the weight of an unseen wall.
Not spoken, words are locked inside,
A vault of truths where fears reside.
The tongue stays still, the heart beats slow,
A quiet storm that few will know.
Yet in the stillness, hope burns,
A yearning soul begins to turn.
For unseen eyes may one day seek,
For voiceless cries may yet speak.
Not seen, not heard, but not undone,
The muted rise with the coming sun.
In shadows deep, their strength is sown,
And silence breaks with seeds they've grown
Even when I try to ignore it
it still leaves its mark