Anya Bath-Samarakoon Poet Rhyme

Quiet cries

It starts as a whisper, a storm in your skin,
a pressure so loud, it echoes within.
Not for attention. Not for the show.
It’s the scream you can't let anyone know.

It's the moment you drown, desperate to feel,
when numbness becomes the loudest appeal.
They say, “Just talk,” but the words retreat - 
how do you explain pain that doesn’t speak?

You cover the marks, pull down the sleeve,
play the part that others believe.
But it’s never about wanting to die - 
it’s about needing something to quiet the cry.

And still, you survive. Again. Again.
You wake and ache but try to remain.
Because somewhere deep beneath that ache,
you know there's more than what pain can take.

So here’s what’s true, even if it’s small:
You are not your scars. You are not your fall.
You are the breath that followed the burn,
the strength in choosing each twist and turn.

Let your voice crack, let the silence break - 
you’re allowed to need, to bend, to shake.
And if the darkness clings tonight,
let this poem hold the light

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Jan Terry October 5, 2026 at 7:02 AM You know your subject well. I could feel the pain and angst of a young one whose life is out of control and is ashamed or afraid to speak up and ask for help. Your poem is a 'pep talk' that recognizes this person's value and gives permission to 'break the silence' and bring the darkness into the light. An important subject to be sure and a well composed poem. Anya Bath-Samarakoon October 5, 2026 at 9:00 PM Thank you so much Jan 🙏 I really appreciate your kind words and compliment!