In shadows where the heart seeks light,
A child’s longing, hidden from sight,
A chasm wide, a silent plea,
For love that never came to be.
The echoes of a distant call,
A father’s love, a fortress tall,
Yet absent were the gentle hands,
To guide through life’s untrodden lands.
In dreams I find a fleeting trace,
Of warmth, of strength, a fleeting grace,
Yet waking hours bring the truth,
A longing lost in endless youth.
Oh, silent void, where whispers fade,
Within the heart, a bond unmade,
Yet in this space, I learn to grow,
To find the light, to heal, to know.