Title: Estranged Hearth
In walls that echo silent tales,
A home, my own, where silence prevails.
Rooms whisper secrets, long untold,
A stranger's presence, a story unfolds.
Familiar corners wear a foreign face,
Embraced by solitude, in this dwelling space.
Within these walls, I yearn to belong,
Yet solitude's anthem is an unwritten song.
Windows frames the outside world's glee,
Yet here within, a lone symphony.
Footsteps echo in a hollow refrain,
As if my presence, was a transient strain.
Estranged hearth, where memories flicker dim,
I wonder if I truly fit in.
Within my refuge, a silent plea,
To find my place, to feel truly free
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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