The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

In the quiet of my heart, a door swings wide, After the death of my Mother I learned to abide. I have a family that feels like a distant shore, Where love once flourished, now I don’t bother anymore. As a child, I wandered, an outcast in the fold, Only my mother's warmth, a refuge to hold. But siblings turned strangers, with hearts made of stone, In their laughter, I felt the chill of the unknown. Words like daggers, sharp and unkind, “Not really invited,” echoes in my mind. A sister’s and brother's cruel jest, a wound that won’t mend, In that moment, I knew, to them I don’t belong. I tried to connect, to bridge the divide, But every attempt felt like a futile ride. Arguments bloomed where silence should reign, My voice drowned in echoes of frustration and pain. Through the heartaches and pains, a lesson I learned, Love those who cherish, respect those who care. Seek no validation from those ungrateful, To find peace in the distance, in the...