Whispers of the Heart
In a world of sound, I stand apart,
Selective mutism, a veil round my heart.
Not shy, I wish to sing my song,
But silence weaves a tapestry strong.
Within the walls of my quiet mind,
A tempest stirs, a voice confined.
Each word a shadow, each thought a dream,
I craft my stories, though they seldom gleam.
I glance at faces, their laughter like light,
While inside me flickers a fierce inner fight.
I see their kindness, I feel their care,
Yet words elude me, escape through despair.
Oh, how I long for the courage to stand,
To share my visions, to reach out a hand.
The silence screams in whispers low,
For every heartbeat, a tale I know.
So trust in my gaze, in the thoughts that I weave,
For in every silence, there’s much to believe.
Through quiet strength, I’ll find my way,
To turn my silence into the day.
In moments of stillness, I’ll rise and I’ll find,
The power within, the voice intertwined.
So let the world hear my silence cries,
For buried within are the loudest replies.
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