In a quiet town where voices roamed,
A girl once sat, feeling quite alone.
Her days were filled with whispered threads,
Of others’ lives, of things they said.

She’d meet a friend beneath the tree,
And trade in tales, not truth, but spree.
They’d laugh at flaws, dissect each name,
Unaware they played a crueler game.

But one dusk came, the sky turned gray,
She heard a voice not far away:
“Why waste your breath on someone’s fall,
When you’ve your own heights to recall?”

It struck her deep, that quiet plea,
A mirror held for her to see.
The things that irked, the things she mocked,
Were shadows in her own heart locked.

She walked alone that evening tide,
No friend to gossip by her side.
She pondered peace, she pondered grace,
And saw her own soul’s tender face.

She chose to change, to speak with care,
To lift, not judge, to be aware.
And though the silence felt unsure,
Her heart grew strong, her mind grew pure.

Now when she hears the tempting call,
To speak of others, flaws and all—
She smiles and turns to brighter things,
To dreams, to growth, to songs she sings.

For gossip steals, it drains, it binds,
But kindness frees and clears the mind.
She learned that truth, and so can you:
Let go of judgment—be what's true.