The Silent Scream

Would you turn a blind eye
to an invisible scar,
that has lasted for years.
An amalgamation of emotions
bottled up in a jar?

Or would you caress a soul
so exhausted inside out,
so sensitive and vulnerable
helping her scream or shout.

In a pain so intense
in a room, so dark
with the monsters around,
a pool of blood surrounds.

She chose to swim though,
neither to float, nor to drown.
Came across with wounds so fresh
That after years altogether,
chills still run down her spine,
tears still roll down her cheeks
she shrieks out,
emptying the dread in her stomach.

Would you step into her room,
hear the silence so loud?
Listen to the howl not so audible
Would you want her story to be read out?

The walls of her room,
built so high
had scribbles all over.
Would you know what meaning it throws at you?
or would you rather let her die?

Would you question the anxiety
Or the trauma that’s hitting hard?
Now that all the pain takes over her strength,
her people held her up.
She stands strong,
letting off the bloodshed and the teardrops
the fits and the headaches.

She writes in a language more known to people,
less preferred by her,
to wail it all out.
To trust again,love harder,touch again,
With perhaps, a little more passion.

Would you walk past her
Or would you take a minute off?
As the world awaits
her to come out

Cause even if you wouldn’t for her,
she would for you.