Beneath the roof that shelters love and pain,
A family weaves a tapestry, strained.
Threads of joy intertwined with sorrow,
Each day a new hope for tomorrow.

Voices raised in anger, hearts in silent plea,
Misunderstandings breed, refusing to see.
The bonds that hold, fragile yet strong,
In the chaos, where do we belong?

Tears fall silently in the dead of night,
Wounds unspoken, hidden from sight.
Yet through the storm, a beacon of grace,
Love persists, refusing to erase.

With time, may healing hands mend,
The broken pieces that need to blend.
For family, though flawed and frayed,
Is where our hearts are forever swayed.