By Gunjan Kela
Little one, with eyes so bright, don't let their words dim your light.
They preach of respect, a family strong, while their actions tear you down all along.
Brothers who tease, with cutting remarks, building their worth on tearing yours apart.
Dinnertime chats, a picture of peace, while hidden agendas bring silent release.
Their voices ring hollow, "Be strong," they say,
Yet crush your spirit with each passing day.
Irony drips, a bitter sweet wine,
Family first, a twisted design.
You'll fight a dark battle, a monster unseen,
Rejection's cold hand, a constant, it seems.
Depression's heavy cloak, a burden you bear,
But listen, my darling, there's strength to be shared.
This gilded cage, this stifling hold,
Won't define you, your story unfolds.
Their words are whispers, soon lost in the breeze,
Your spirit will rise, carried high on the seas.
One day, you'll break free, with wings that take flight,
Leaving behind the shadows and fading from sight.
This trauma, a teacher, though harsh it may be,
Will build resilience, the world you will see.
So hold on, dear girl, through the tears and the strife,
There's beauty beyond, a brand new life.
The strength they deny you, it burns in your core,
You'll rise from the ashes, stronger than before.