A blank book with an unheard tale,
A whisper no one can hear,
A heart that beats with silent strength,
A soul that guards its deepest length.

In empty pages, secrets are sealed,
A world of emotions, self-revealed,
The whisper grows, a gentle hum,
A reminder of the power that's to come.

For in the silence, I find my voice,
A roar that echoes, a heartfelt choice,
To keep my tale, my truth, my own,
A blank book with a story yet unknown.