O Broken Silence, fragile yet profound,
You rise where fear once sealed the lips in stone;
A single word becomes a trembling sound,
And truth steps forth, no longer left alone.
You crack the night with hesitant first breath,
Not loud with rage, but firm with earned release;
From years of hush that tasted much like death,
You form a voice that will not beg for peace.
In your brief pause before the world replies,
Courage stands bare, with nothing left to hide;
The risk of speech outshines the cost of lies,
And wounded hearts reclaim their rightful pride.
O Broken Silence, birth of change and light,
Remain when echoes fade and crowds move on;
For once a truth has faced the open sight,
The age of fear is ended, broken, gone.
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