Night Whispers 2 Poem by Petra Soliman

She lived a life,
No one has known,
From childhood,
Her mouth sewed,
& her silent tears,
Ran dry,
Growing older by the hour,
Her heart stabbed by many,
Very close.

She survives,
Writing when her soul searches for home,
A place where she could only be,
Nothing but herself,

A place where her voice is heard,
Her presence cherished,
Her sweat noticed,
& her love is known,

Home is a place,
Found between these pages,
Between old and new ink.