In shadows dwell the tales untold,
Beneath the mask, a world unfolds.
Silent struggles, veiled in night,
In whispered woes, we find our plight.
Yet tongues are bound by fear's cruel hand,
As silence weaves its tightening band.
For those who suffer, unseen, unknown,
Their pain a melody, in silence, it's shown.
Assumptions dance in minds unkind,
Where judgments thrive and truth's confined.
But in the quiet, a strength resides,
A silent symphony of battles fought inside.
So let us listen, with hearts sincere,
To the whispered words we often fear.
For in the silence, truth arise,
A testament to strength in disguise.
"Strength isn't always loud; sometimes, it whispers through the echoes of silence, revealing the resilience within."