A poem

We are the hollowed ones,
carrying caves of silence within.
Stigma’s weight pushes down on our chests,
a merciless constriction.
We cannot breathe the words,
they stick in our throats,
clawing to escape the prisons of judgement,
our struggles, unvoiced wraiths in the haze.
But we are not alone, though it may feel that way,
this wilderness of mirrors
reflecting multiplicities of pain.
What if we shattered the silence
created in the shards?
No longer fractured fragments of stigma’s curse
but kaleidoscope wholeness, this close if you listen,
the silent scream,
the birth-cry of destigmatization.
I will not hush my hurt, it insists on being heard,
joining a chorus of loneliness.
Let all our voices clamour fearlessly
into light.

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