She knew

a need,

One of

which

was a

dire.

That lite

a fire.

Insider her

there was

something

more that

needed a

voice

she felt

like she

had no

Choice.

But to

Listen ...

To what

Others

couldn't

Say...

To the quiet

they carried

to the words

they typed

instead of

speaking.

To the ache

that arrives

in stillness

from they

other side.

Knowing

this time

there will

be a

response

One of which

was familiar.