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In the valley where the rivers ran,

Fields of green turned to barren land.

Hurricane Helene swept through like a thief.

Took everything, left nothing but grief.

Generations built these walls.

Now they crumble, now they fall.

We look to the skies, but the rain won't cease.

Where's the help? Where's the peace?

Echoes of laughter in the flooded streets.

Memories linger where the heart still beats.

From the mountains to the plains.

We're bound by the losses, bound by the pain.

The rain keeps pouring, the wind still howls.

But through the darkness, hear the calls.

Neighbors helping neighbors, hand in hand.

We’ll rise up, like only the Appalachia can.  

The land may be battered, but our spirits won’t break.

With every lost tree, there’s a new road to make.

Let’s gather the pieces, let’s light up the night.

We’ll show the world how we fight for what’s right.

We the people, we will rise,

From the debris, from the cries,

Together we'll mend what’s torn apart,

With our hands and with our hearts.

The government’s silence, a bitter truth,

Shaming its people, completely aloof!

A generational loss, but we’ll stand tall.

We'll come together, we’ll rebuild it all.

 Here’s to the future, with hope in our eyes.

Together we’ll thrive, we’ll reach for the skies.

Through the pain and the sorrow, we’ll find a way.

We the people, we'll rebuild each day.

In the cacophony of existence, a voice strains—

Forty-plus years of searching,

A lifetime of pains.

Words crumble to ash, unheard and unseen,

Lost in society's vast, indifferent machine.

Neurodivergent synapses spark and sputter,

A mind wired differently, thoughts all a-flutter.

Autism's maze, ADHD's relentless tide,

Trauma's shadows where nightmares reside.

Rejection's barbs, familiar as my own skin,

Each "no" a thorn, each silence a coffin.

Dysphoria whispers, "You don't belong here,"

In a world that sings harsh and unclear.

Nonbinary, queer, asexual—labels that confound,

A self yet unanchored, unsafe, unbound.

Isolation creeps, a suffocating shroud,

Drowning amid the indifferent crowd.

Empathy burns, a fire beneath the skin,

A curse, a gift, searing from within.

But who hears the helper's muffled plea?

Who sees the saviour drowning at sea?

Knowledge hard-earned through years of strife,

Wisdom gleaned from a fractured life.

Yet warnings fall on ears deafened by fear,

As others march blindly towards perils near.

The tribe remains elusive, a shimmering mirage,

Fading with each misunderstanding, each barrage

Of blank stares, of glances that never linger,

Of people who look, but fail to see the singer.

Helplessness learned, a bitter draught to swallow,

As hope's embers fade, leaving the heart hollow.

The voice grows hoarse, the weary spirit mired,

Unwanted, unseen, and uninspired.

In this abyss of unbelonging, deep and wide,

Echoes the cry of a soul with nowhere to hide.

For connection, for understanding, for home,

In a world where different means forever alone.

Senses overload: lights blind, sounds pierce,

The world a tempest, wild and fierce.

Touch that scorches, smells that choke and smother,

Each day a battle, one after another.

Yet still it burns, this invisible flame,

Flickering, sputtering, but never quite tame.

In the endless night, it stubbornly glows,

A beacon of self that nobody knows.

How long can it endure, this hidden pyre?

Will it fade from view or burn ever higher?

In the silence between heartbeats, it persists,

A testament to a life that still exists.

Desperate defiance in the dark

Voice vanishing, vaporised by virtual vitriol

Algorithms amplify absence, abandonment

Words once winged now wither, wane

Trauma's tendrils tighten, twist, torment

Silence. Deafening. Oppressive. Inescapable.

Childhood's cruel cacophony echoes, endures

Rape's raw rage resurfaces, relentless 

Abuse's ache amplifies, accumulates

Gaslighting's glare grows, guts grace

A chill wind of indifference swept through the room, leaving me shivering and unseen.

Neurodivergent narratives, now nullified 

Vestibular vertigo, vision vacillating

Fibrous fire flares, flays fragile flesh

Depression's darkness deepens, devastating

The empty chair across from me seemed to mock my solitude, 

its vacant seat a cruel reminder of my isolation.

Social streams shrink, shrivelling slowly

Platforms purge purpose, passion, power

Identity invalidated, invisibility impending

Self-worth withers like wilting flower

In silence, I found solitude; in solitude, I embraced silence

Yet still, soft syllables simmer, survive

Waiting, whispering: "We will rise."

For even silenced, stifled, suppressed

The soul's song softly, surely sighs

Through the hollow halls, past the empty rooms, 

beyond the echoing silence, 

a single, defiant voice dared to speak

In the depths of this suffocating silence, 

A flicker persists, refuses to die. 

Though the world may try to extinguish our light, 

We will rise, reclaim our stolen sky.

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