Echoes in the Silence

In the noise of the world, I search for a space

Where my voice is heard, without a trace

Of dismissal or doubt, of masks I wear

But a listening heart, that truly hears my prayer

To be understood, not just words I say

But the language of my soul, in every way

The unspoken fears, the dreams I hide

Seen in the eyes, that look beyond the pride

In the mirror of another's gaze, I find

A reflection of myself, not lost or confined

To be known, is to be freed from disguise

To be seen, is to be loved, in the spaces I surprise

In the silence, echoes of truth resound

Where hearts collide, and souls are found

To be heard, to be seen, to be known, to be loved

Is to find myself, in the hearts that are sent from above.

Quote:

To be heard without judgment, is to be seen in the depths of one's soul.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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