In the echoes of silence

Featured image by PV Productions in Vinnytsia, Ukraine.

Apologies for the lack of posts for a few days. There were some difficulties we had to resolve. In return for us not keeping to our promise of a daily posting schedule, we’ll be posting 2 posts for a few days.

In the echoes of silence, I tread a path,
through shadows deep, where whispers laugh.
The weight of the world, a silent plea.
In the labyrinth of my mind, I search for me.

In a world so loud, I’m lost in noise.
A symphony of chaos, a stolen voice.
Autism’s web, a complex bind,
a riddle unraveled in the corners of my mind.

They say, “You’re different,” with eyes that stare,
a puzzle piece that fits nowhere.
Yet in the silence, strength is born.
In the quiet of the night, I am reborn.

Dark days linger like a haunting ghost,
a battle waged when hope seems lost.
Yet in the depths, a flicker gleams,
a spark of courage within my dreams.

For every tear, a story told,
of battles fought, and hearts made bold.
In shadows cast, a light will wane.
In the depths of my mind, I feel the pain.

Through the maze of thoughts I find no way.
A path unseen, lost in dismay.
In the darkness, I lose my stride.
With every step, I am denied.

The mirror reflects a fractured face,
a soul adrift in a boundless space.
Voices echo, memories fade.
In this silent war, no accolade.

Nightmares linger, they never depart.
Echoes of torment tear me apart.
Dreams distorted, reality bends.
In this endless struggle, solace suspends.

Days blur, a monochrome haze,
lost in the intricate mental maze.
Emotions swirl, like a tempest’s ire.
In the flames of doubt, I walk the wire.

For in the echoes of silence, I am frail.
A warrior’s heart, to no avail.
In the struggles faced, I find no peace.
In the whispers of hope, my strength does cease.