**Inner Voices**

Whispers in the quiet dark,

Where shadows bend and break,

A chorus of the hidden self,

With truths we dare not wake.

In the silence of the heart,

They murmur soft and low,

Echoes of the thoughts we hide,

In places we don’t show.

They speak of fears and fragile dreams,

Of hopes we long to chase,

Of memories both sweet and sharp,

That time cannot erase.

Each voice a thread within the soul,

Toward who we’re meant to be.

When the world has lost its noise,