In a whisper; Survivor poetry

This guest post was written by Susanne.
She writes:
I never saw myself as a survivor. Really. It's kind of absurd that I am at this whole survivor point of my life. You asked me what I want others to know. I want them to hang in there. If two of us have a broken wing can fly if we hold onto each other. That's what I want my message to be. 

I ranted to the silence

and I waited...

There was no answer; no knock on the door

I wailed...

Again, there was silence

I cried, pleaded, begged...

Still, the silence

Then,

when I was silent you spoke...

in a whisper

You remembered me

I whispered back

You answered...

As gentle as a kiss

a whisper answered my rage,

hope was borne

in the quietness of the stillness

You saw my pain,

and you answered

in a whisper