In the shadow's tender hush, I began to weave A tale of solitude that even stars might grieve. Who would lend an ear to echoes in the night, To a story untold by the warmth of firelight? I wandered fields, my heart a weary, aching stone, Without the roots of family, I faced the storm alone. No parents' arms to cradle, no home to call my own, Yet spirits whispered, softly, I was never truly on my own. Abandoned seeds, sown in the wind's careless embrace, From such barren soil, I grew a family, my sacred space. Their laughter is my legacy, their joy a mended seam, In their eyes, a childhood crafted from my dream. Danger danced around me, a silent, ceaseless chase, But no one saw the shadows in that desolate place. Abuse whispered its secrets, invisible chains that bind, I was broken down, yet still, I learned to rise and find. Bullied by the world, yet my heart wove a resilient song, Though the journey was a battle, my spirits kept me strong. My soul was a tapestry of trauma no one knew, But step by step, I stitched a life of hope anew. My children, stars in a twilight sky, guide my heart's return, In them, I find the family I craved, for which I yearned. You took away my son, a loss too deep to say, Yet my children's laughter warms the coldest day. If only you would listen, beneath the whispering leaves, To the childhood never had, and the love one soul believes.