Sometimes it is the silent voice that cries the loudest; the quieted voice that most needs to be heard. Sometimes no voice beckons for fear of being misunderstood, or fear of being an interruption. Sometimes that same voice, speaks loud and repetitively, to confirm its own existence.
To be silenced is to be disheartened and imprisoned by impatience and unintended cruelty. And then, sometimes, it ends abruptly.