in a darkended house where silence loomed,
she felt the coldness, as love consumed her.
Her parents' anger echoed through the walls,
Their harsh words are like shadows, where no kindness calls.
In her secret garden, she found a thorn, A flower of sadness, where dreams were worn.
Its petals whispered secrets of pain and fear, reminding her daily her heart wasn't clear.
But deep in her spirit, a flicker remained, a silent strength born from all that was stained.
One day she'd escape, from the shackles of night and find her path away from the fight
