My Daughter

My daughter, she’s strong but silent; She will grow, but will not grow a voice; She needs help, but helps others more; She is poetic, but can not make a rhyme; She hears, but can not be heard; On the inside she screams for help, but no one ever hears her; She’s full of responses but saves them for the right time to respond; She is looking for a voice but can not find the right one to use; She is a fighter but can not give a command;

This is the life without being heard.

~Submitted by Lorena Brady