From Whisper to Symphony
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More than Access: A Social Movement
To Speak Online is a sanctuary for reflection and creativity. By blending poetry, visual and video interpretations, and creative writing, I aim to spark dialogue, introspection and acceptance. My mission is to provide a space for those like myself — a contrasting color of society. Your support keeps this website running and backs my effort to put quality information in front of a well-informed public. I truly hope you find value in my work. Your support means everything to me.
— Charles Loren Randolph
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Why “Whisper to Symphony”
Emotions filling me
Trapped and feared
These are the silent tears
They are making me
They are breaking me
These are the silent tearsPeople hiding from the truth, afraid to face themselves, they run from them, they hide from them, they forget them.
These are the silent tears I shed them, all of them, let them lay and walk away, no longer wet with shame
These are the silent tears no more.— Charles Loren Randolph, Silent Tears, written at sixteen
I wrote that at sixteen, four years into epilepsy, with no idea anyone would read it. A whisper. Every poem since has been louder because somebody listened. That is what a patron does here: not buy access, but turn a whisper into a song, and a song into a symphony. My body is broken; my voice is strong — and your support is what carries it further than I can walk.
Let’s watch and reflect.
