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“The Silent Scream: Navigating a World Without Words” reflects on the deep emotional impact of losing one’s voice, highlighting the painful silence that replaces joyful communication and storytelling, and the longing for the vibrant exchange of words that once defined the author’s identity.

Join me as I delve into the depths of this silent struggle, where each line echoes the silent scream of a soul longing to be heard.

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I’m a chatterbox, a human sound,
Words are my wings, I soar around.
A world of stories, I love to share,
Connecting hearts, with friendly flair.

But now a silence, deep and still,
A throat parched, a vacant will.
The doctor’s words, a harsh decree,
No words to speak, for you or me.

My mind is racing, thoughts abound,
But lips are sealed, no joyful sound.
A captive mind, a silent cage,
Each passing moment, a torturous stage.

A week of silence, an endless plight,
No laughter shared, no words to light.
A prisoner of quiet, I yearn to roam,
To break these chains, to find a home.

But now my voice, a trapped bird’s plea,
My throat a desert, parched and dry.
A silent prison, where thoughts run free,
A muffled world, I can’t deny.

I crave to speak, to laugh, to sing,
To share my joy, life’s every swing.
But silence binds me, a heavy chain,
A longing soul, in endless pain.

I used to weave tales, long and deep,
Of laughter shared, and memories to keep.
From coffee mornings to evening’s chime,
My words were music, a rhythmic rhyme.

Now, I’m a puzzle, pieces out of place,
A silent actor, with a vacant face.
How can I share a joke, a witty line?
When every word is a silent crime?

ME NOW

ME AFTER A WEEK

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