In the quiet corners of their tender souls,
Children wander, where sadness strolls,
Feeling small in a world so vast,
Lost in shadows of doubt amassed.
They hear whispers of not being "enough",
Unseen tears in a mask that's tough,
Seeking solace in places unknown,
In a realm where they feel so alone.
No guiding light, no role models near,
No steady hands to calm their fear,
In a house that echoes with emptiness,
Where longing for love meets deep distress.
They yearn for arms that hold them tight,
To chase away the fears of night,
A place where laughter freely flows,
And kindness in abundance grows.
But amidst the ache, a spark persists,
A resilient spirit, softly insists,
That in the darkness, stars still shine,
A glimmer of hope, a silver line.
For they are enough, though they may not see,
Their worth shines bright, resilient and free,
And though the house may feel so cold,
Their spirit, brave and bold.
In time, may they find their place,
In a world where love leaves no trace,
With open hearts and dreams that soar,
A home they find, forevermore.
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This house was never a home
PoesíaThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
