This poem is about my ex from a long-distance relationship. I wrote it exactly one year after he told me everything - about her (his ex), all his lies, and how he said it all as if my feelings meant nothing.

The poem speaks from the perspective of someone who grew up in a home marked by silence and emotional distance, rather than warmth and connection. With no siblings to share the burden or memories, the speaker feels isolated and carries the weight of family dysfunction alone. The "house of echoes" suggests a place haunted by past arguments and unspoken pain, where the absence of sibling companionship adds to the sense of loneliness. Despite this, the poem turns toward resilience. The speaker finds "quiet strength" and grace in the silence, and although the family is "fractured," there's still love within—the kind that endures even when everything else falls apart. It’s about finding identity, healing, and strength not from what was given, but from what was salvaged and held onto internally. In short, it’s a poem about loneliness, longing, and emotional survival—but also about how love and resilience can bloom even in broken soil.