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Her Voice

May 2, 2022
By juliadann06 BRONZE, Evansville, Indiana
juliadann06 BRONZE, Evansville, Indiana
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The girl who’s quiet, but loud

She’s chattery, yet she lacks a sound

Without me,

She never makes a sound


The day I met the girl who’s quiet, but loud

She had been silent, making hardly any sound

She was beautiful and kind 

And actually…

She could not escape my mind


And so, I approached her

She looked up at me and smiled with a wave

Not even a word, but gosh that made my day

“Hello,” I say, “What’s your name?”


She’s silent for a long moment

Her eyes darted back and forth 

She didn’t know I had spoken to her

“Yes,” I say, “You.”

And that's when I finally know her name

Chlo


“Chlo,” I say but she stops me,

“Actually it's Chloe, but I go by Chlo.”

And that’s when I realized I have got to know her

I could feel it…


Her inner self

trapped behind her sad eyes

Whatever it was

I knew I had to help her 

Help her let it out


I continue, “Chlo.” 

But I’m suddenly lost for words

Instead, I scribble my number on a small sheet of paper

I give it to her and my stomach begins to tickle


Later, through the phone,

She tells me 

“Just leave me alone.”

“I want to be friends,” I insisted.

“I don’t want to be friends”

“Please,” I say, “Just pretend.”


Despite her refusal, 

I nudge it on

I am patient 

When no one else was


We chat back and forth

But one day, after a while she is on my porch

We grew close 

And now it all unfolds


She’s silent as usual but it’s different this time.

This time, tears slipped from her eyes.

And as they slip from her’s they also slip from mine.

It was time.


Chlo began wailing

The loudest wail I had ever heard

And at that moment she told me every word

Her father, her mother, and even her friends 

I didn’t think the conversation would ever end


All the sadness that clouded her bright eyes the first day 

She let it all out.

I held her muttering

“It’s okay Chlo, I’m glad to know.”

Soon she is done and the crying stops.

“Pain is easier to handle when you’re not the only one.”


Now, me and Chlo carry our burdens together.

She’s happier.

Louder.

And mine, my favorite person forever.

I’m so glad that this silly, quiet, but loud girl has 


Let her voice out.



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