AraMindez
Life is expensive-
not just in money,
but in sanity, in silence, in wounds that never heal.
This is not the life I asked for.
This is not the love I imagined.
Between duty and exhaustion,
between love and hurt,
I am a daughter,
a survivor,
a soul screaming quietly.
These are not poems.
They are the raw pages of my rage,
the price of a life I never chose.