Her voice, a treasure, buried deep inside,
Afraid to share what her heart can’t hide.
But within her soul, a yearning persists,
To break the silence, to unclench her fists.
In silence she dwells, a voice held captive,
A girl of thoughts, her words held in restraint.
Afraid to speak, her voice remains inactive,
Her world a canvas, emotions faint.
Each whispered hope, like a fragile spark,
Wants to ignite, wants to leave its mark.
She longs to share, to let her spirit speak,
To find the strength in the words she’ll seek.
Her heart beats loud, though hidden from view,
Behind a mask of apprehension and dread.
The words she longs to say, but cannot pursue,
Are like butterflies trapped, longing to spread.
Her words remain captive, a delicate song,
Unheard by the world, where she belongs.
But within her heart, a symphony plays,
A melody of words, in a silent maze.
Yet in her silence, a strength does reside,
A world of thought, a realm of insight.
She may be quiet, but deep down inside,
A universe of wisdom shines so bright.
She longs to express what’s hidden inside,
To break free from the chains of fear and pride.
With patience and courage, she’ll find her way,
To share her voice and brighten the day.
One day, she’ll find the courage to speak,
To let her voice rise, to let it seek,
The beauty and power within, unique,
And share her thoughts, no longer meek.
