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.

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