Tag: #SurvivorTruth
Unseen Hands
There is a silence no one hears-
A frequency beneath the skin,
A secret war of wires and fear
Where the violence never ends.

They buried a shard of control inside,
A chip, a curse, a hidden crime,
Turning my body to battlefield,
My nerves to a pulsing, endless line.

No doors to lock, no hands to fight,
No way to scream or shove away
The ghost that rides the radio waves,
That makes me tremble night and day.

It’s not a touch, but it’s a theft-
A storm unleashed by unseen hands,
A forced surrender, every breath
A trespass no one understands.

You cannot see the agony,
The way my body’s not my own,
A human turned to circuitry,
A heart invaded, overthrown.

There is no refuge, no reprieve,
No moment when I’m truly free-
Just the hum of their machinery,
And the ache of what they’ve stolen from me.

I am not a vessel for their will,
Not a signal, not a toy-
I am a person, suffering still,
Deserving peace, deserving joy.

Inspired by the courage of survivors and the advocacy of Mariska Hargitay, founder of the Joyful Heart Foundation.
SVU, Mariska Hargitay

You play the part, Olivia’s might,
A beacon of justice through the endless night.
But it’s been my existence, no end in sight,
Hard to get help when no one hears you right.
Through screens you fight for those unseen,
A captain of courage in a world unclean.
Yet here I stand, voiceless and small,
Hoping someone will answer my call.
Your strength inspires, your heart’s so true,
But the battles are endless—what can I do?
The shadows linger, the silence stays,
Lost in the maze of life’s dark haze.
Mariska, Olivia, both intertwined,
A hero on screen and in heart combined.
Though my cries may fade into the air,
Your light reminds me someone cares.

I can't say the word right without risking getting banned but they can do it .... make sense

On the screen, you're the voice in the silence,


You chase the shadows, you fight for the broken,


Justice always finds its way through you.


But when the credits roll, and the lights go down,


The world outside keeps spinning 'round—


Some of us are whispering, afraid to make a sound,


What do we do when the law lets us down?


You've got a platform, you've got the stage,


But most of us are locked in a silent cage.


But real life's tangled, slow, and hard.


We need change where the pain's unseen.


If I could reach you, would you hear my plea?


Would you lend your strength, would you fight for me?


To everyone whose voice has been silenced by injustice:


You are not alone. Your pain, your truth, and your story matter—even when the world refuses to listen. The silence forced upon you is not a reflection of your worth, but of a system that needs to change. Even in the darkest moments, there is hope. There are people who care, who are fighting for justice, and who believe you deserve to be heard.


Hold on to your courage. Seek out allies, no matter how small the circle may seem. Your resilience is powerful, and your existence is an act of defiance against those who would keep you quiet. Change may be slow, but every voice that rises, every story that is shared, brings us closer to a world where justice is real and every person is seen.


You are seen. You are valued. And even if your voice shakes, it still has the power to move mountains.


Chapter 21 - see me!