B' You

In a house where my name
echoes against familiar walls,
I am a shadow
moving between rooms
that once promised warmth.

Plates are set.
Doors are closed.
Laughter travels down the hallway..
but never quite reaches me.

I sit at the same table,
taste the same food,
breathe the same air..
yet somehow
I am elsewhere.

Unasked how my day was.
Unnoticed when my voice trembles.
Uncelebrated in my quiet victories.

It is a peculiar loneliness
to belong by blood
but not by heart.

To be present
yet perpetually misplaced.

I learned to fold my feelings
like old clothes,
stack them neatly
in the back of my chest.
No one looks there anyway.

Home is supposed to be
where love rests without question..
but mine feels conditional,
fragile as glass,
sharp when handled wrong.

Still...
in the silent hours of night,
when even the walls stop listening,
I whisper to myself:

You are not invisible.
You are not too much.
You are not unworthy.

Even if the hands
that first held you
forgot how to hold you now.

And maybe one day,
I will build a home
inside my own heart...
where I am seen,
cared for,
and deeply, undeniably loved. 🌙

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass..
but how to dance in the rain"
but,
doesn't the storm ever get calm? Doesn't it ever stop for a moment?

I don't like pain anymore...
But
Sudden di3???
You're always welcome 😔😔