Last year, my heart cracked deep,
Not by a lover, nor a friend I'd keep.
But by the ones I held so high,
The ones whose love should never die.
I sought warmth, a gentle hand,
A place where I could safely stand.
Yet, in their eyes, I was unknown,
A stranger lost within my home.
The words unsaid, the love denied,
The quiet stares, the hollow pride.
All I wanted was to belong,
To hear that I was loved all along.
The weight is heavy, the wound still aches,
A storm that time alone remakes.
But distance now, a needed space,
To heal, to grow, to find my place.
And though the past still haunts my mind,
I choose to heal, to still be kind.
For somewhere out there, hearts remain,
Who’d brave the wild to shield my pain.
So I will walk, though lost I seem,
Towards the love I’ve yet to dream.
And one day soon, the ache will fade,
And I will stand—no longer afraid.
