The Unheard...

They say everyone has a story. The story is oftentimes told by someone to someone else. It is most likely a story of inspiration, greatness, growth, bravery, strength, solidarity and power. But what we often fail to realise is that these are not the only stories out there. There are some stories that fail to make the headlines, some that are written away as mere incidents and not an event. All these stories die. They fizzle out, never seeing the light of day.
There are stories of self-recognition, of self-growth, sadness, longing, loneliness, solitude, pain, hiding and love. Stories that need to be told. Some stories go unsaid simply because they are in the minds of people who have been bound themselves. Some storytellers are silenced because they bring out the stark injustice in humanity. Some lives are torn apart before their stories can be told...or heard. Some storytellers are in plain sight waiting to be heard by the deaf. Some storytellers shout out their stories only to be ignored. Some cry for help, for themselves and their fellow beings but fade away before they can be heard.

To all those who go unheard.
To all the words unsaid.
To all the identities closeted.
To all the lives broken.
To all the hands bound and tied.

Hear them.