Hear My Burning Voice?

The sound of people screaming  

Scorches the air;  

It incinerates the air into searing ash.  

Each scream sparks a wildfire  

That ignites the oxygen in my veins.  

Others find peace in music,  

While I fuel on burning energy.  

You rest in it,  

While I fight in it.  

I feel the pressure swelling in my chest.  

The screams are the storms that drive me forward—  

I roar.  

This sound’s taught me how to resist the crushing weight  

Of searing waves of fire,  

To thrive in the inferno.  

When I’m buried in the dungeon of my sorrow,  

I find heaven’s light in the voice of Pierce the Veil,  

Screaming that even metallic noise 

Can be my sanctuary.  

So, fuck the silence and fuck the darkness;  

Quietude only weakens the weak.  

My voice rises louder 

Than the weight of expectations. 

I'll scream until the world turns to ashes—fuck 

A voice that doesn’t whisper, but roars.

Jessica’s poem takes the chaos of screams, storms, and fire—and turns them into fuel, defiance, and sanctuary.

This is not silence. This is survival, power, and the courage to burn louder than expectations.