"Whispers of an Unlived Life"

Born in the shadow of icy walls,

Where silence thundered through empty halls.

The air was sharp with words unsaid,

And fear wove tightly the life she led.

Each day was a maze of unseen snares,

A world of whispers, unspoken cares.

Her heart learned young to guard its beat,

A fortress fragile, yet bittersweet.

Restlessness danced in her sleepless nights,

Dreams undone by phantom frights.

The weight of what she couldn’t feel

Became the cage she’d never heal.

And now, as the years stretch thin and gray,

She wonders of another way—

A childhood soft, with tender hands,

A life unbound by fear’s demands.

What if laughter had filled the air,

And gentle voices had met despair?

What if love had been her guide,

A warmth to shield the storms inside?

Could she have sat, in peace, at last,

Not haunted by her shadowed past?

Could she have seen the world’s bright hue,

And found her soul, both clear and true?

To know herself—her wants, her needs,

To speak her truth, plant hopeful seeds.

To feel at ease in her own skin,

A life unbroken could have been.

But here she sits, with time now fleeting,

Her mind still restless, her heart still beating.

Yet in the stillness, a spark alights—

A wish for others to know her plight.

May those who suffer, lost and small,

Find love to catch them when they fall.

And may the world learn to be kind,

To nurture every heart and mind.