She lost her voice to the wind so long ago, she could no longer recall how it felt to speak. Her fears, her pain, even the occasional moment of happiness remained trapped behind the cork of suppression.
"Children should be seen, not heard." hollered the old wind of childhood.
"I instruct, you obey. It is the only way." demanded the rigorous winds of learning.
"Conform and worship for now you are mine." whooshed the wind of marital expectation.
"Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection." (I Timothy 2:11) blew the wind of religion.
The wind is a powerful force. If subjected to harsh winds for long enough, erosion takes place and eventually total destruction. A voice, she learned, can only take so much wind force before it is silenced for good.