In the whirlwind of family's stormy plight,
Children caught in the crossfire, hearts take flight,
Caught between clashes of grown-up dismay,
In the tempest's eye where emotions sway.
Words like thunder, harsh and loud,
Echo through walls, a suffocating shroud,
Little hearts tremble, innocent and small,
Lost in the chaos, where can they call?
Torn between loyalty and their own fears,
Drowning in sorrow, their vision unclear,
No safe harbor in this raging sea,
Yearning for peace, where can they flee?
They crave the warmth of a gentle embrace,
A haven of love, a comforting space,
Yet amidst the turmoil, they silently cry,
Yearning for solace as days go by.
Oh, the burden of secrets they dare not share,
In the web of conflict, feeling so bare,
But in their tender souls, resilience brews,
A quiet strength that will see them through.
For in the heartache of family's plight,
Children learn courage in the darkest night,
And though they feel lost in the undertow,
Love's beacon will guide them where they must go.
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This house was never a home
PoetryThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
