Awaking with a crushing weight deep within her chest,
She takes a step, eyelids brimming, fighting for a breath.

Glancing at the empty walls, taunting in their frame,
This unfamiliar place, not home, ignites a quiet flame.

Longing for the warmth of the place she called her own,
Knowing it’s forever gone, reminded she’s alone.

Her heart once bursting, full of laughter and of love,
Never questioning her worth, or if she was enough.

The halls of that home etched with memories galore:
The laughter, the scents, now locked behind a door.

The safety, the love, the comfort she had built,
Gone in a moment, like a radiant flower’s wilt.

Now torn away from the life she knew,
She stands alone with hollow walls,
Unsure if she’ll ever etch joy again through these halls