Dec 4
family is a storm that never fades,
tides of love mixed with bitter shades.
we try to mend what’s broken,
but some pieces are too scattered, too worn.
we hold on, though it’s hard to breathe,
still searching for calm beneath the leaves.
in the silence, we hope and pray,
that tomorrow will bring a brighter day.
tides of love mixed with bitter shades.
we try to mend what’s broken,
but some pieces are too scattered, too worn.
we hold on, though it’s hard to breathe,
still searching for calm beneath the leaves.
in the silence, we hope and pray,
that tomorrow will bring a brighter day.
it’s strange how family can feel both like home and a battleground at the same time. sometimes, i feel like i’m holding on to hope that things will get better, but it’s hard when everything around me feels uncertain. the silence between us speaks louder than words, and i wonder if it’s even possible to put the pieces back together. there’s love, but there’s also so much hurt. i guess all i can do is hold on, keep moving, and hope for a future where peace replaces the chaos.
