Beneath the roof that shelters love and care,
Lies the echoes of unspoken despair.
We tread on eggshells, fearing to ignite,
The silent storms that brew in the night.

Whispers of anger, murmurs of pain,
Hidden behind smiles that strain.
We mask our wounds with laughter’s guise,
Yet tears linger behind weary eyes.

Bonds of blood, yet hearts apart,
Navigating through the cracks and the scars.
Seeking solace in moments rare,
While shadows of conflict linger in the air.

But amidst the chaos, hope remains,
That love’s light will heal our chains.
For family, despite the strife,
Is a tapestry woven with threads of life.