In the quiet corners where shadows dance,
Words unsaid weave through the air,
A tapestry of silence, a heavy glance,
Ties that bind and hearts laid bare.

The dinner table, a battlefield of minds,
Where laughter once bloomed, now a fragile thread,
Echoes of arguments and hearts resigned,
In the silence, a thousand words left unsaid.

Beneath the roof where love should reign,
Misunderstandings form a tangled vine,
Yet in the heart, hope flickers in the pain,
Seeking the light, a sign, a line.

Through the storm of whispers and muted cries,
The strength of family, a bond true and deep,
For in the end, love never truly dies,
Awakening from the silence, it rises from sleep.