"Echos of her"

They stole her voice, and left a scar, A broken heart, a soul ajar. She wears her wounds in silent grace, A mask she hides behind each day. The nights are long, the thoughts a blur, A life of pain she can’t defer. She dreams of sleep, a final peace, To end the torment, find release. But something stirs within her still, A pulse, a fight, a quiet will. Though torn and bruised, she lingers on, The battle’s fierce, but she's not gone.