By : Aemieinks
Her relatives, like thorns, they sting,
Their words like daggers, their actions bring,
Pain and sorrow, a heavy weight,
On her fragile heart, they seal their fate.
She longs for kindness, for a gentle touch,
But in this family, she feels like such,
An outcast, a burden, a piece of clay,
Molded and shaped in a hurtful way.
Yet deep within her, a spark still glows,
A light of hope that softly shows,
That despite the darkness, despite the pain,
She will rise above, she will break the chain.
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Poems from the heart
Poetry" if a writer falls inlove with you, you can never die." - A short poem collection by yours truly. Disclaimer : I'm really not that good at poetry so please bare with me. You may also encounter typographical and grammatical errors.
