Rural Maine has quiet towns
where everyone whispers,
Not many people know me,

the secrets that hide within,
Where shadows dance, whispers begin.

many secrets lurk in the shadows
everyone knew the untold secrets,
where whispers are a soul’s reprieve.

As a child, I roamed through life’s maze,
While others around me fell into a cruel daze,

Silence reigns in a world of discreet,
a road leading to Massachusetts
where childhood ignorance is blind,

A road paved with promises, threats, vice, and pain,
Where innocence loses its way, and hope is in vain.

This road led only to darkness,
drugs and slavery, lurking, unkind,
in those innocent days of youth, we played

fortune favored me, I found my escape,
a family member, darkness couldn’t evade,

We laughed but underneath the façade,
A darker tale, behind closed doors.
her path entwined with dreadful fear,

A victim of a cruel and heartless fate,
She tried to break free, but it was too late,

She traveled that road, with nowhere to flee,
Caught in the chains of sex slavery.
We never speak of those haunting years.

We keep the truth veiled, buried deep,
In silence, our secrets we keep.

Silent tears, unspoken fears,
For shame and sorrow cloud our hearts,
The wounds are too deep, and the pain imparts.

No one dares to utter the words so they go untold,
Hiding the horrors that have taken their hold.

No one talks about this plight,
In the shadows, hidden from the light,
But let me now breakthrough,

amidst the hush, a glimmer of light,
A whisper in the dark, a candle in the night,

To bring to light this haunting truth,
For in the open, healing starts,
Together, mending broken hearts.

healing begins when voices arise,
Breaking the chains of silence with cries.

To lift the weight of wounds
To break the chains of silence
Not many people know me.

Let us embrace the courage to face the past,
Unveiling the truth, though shadows cast,

In this verse, My tale I tell,
A town, a road, a family’s strain,
But through the darkness, love shall reign.

Together we can mend wounds and hearts,
And free our souls from these haunting arts.

In unity, we’ll find the strength to heal,
The wounds of the past, the pain that’s sore,
In this journey together.

You shrug, and say there is nothing you can do,
How can you, knowing, it could have been you?

Not many people know,
Let us break the silence,
In a small town in Maine.