The words were caught in her throat,
And the years of unutterable thoughts,
They were crammed in every nook and cranny of her mind.
She was a whisperer,
But she was finally free,
From the checks of silence.
There is no weakness
In being silent.
She listens to understand,
As you burden her with your fears.
She has the innate strength
To withstand the curveballs,
That the life may throw at her.