the melody of absence

 In the quiet gap where a mother’s warmth should reside,

I wander, a solitary soul in twilight’s gentle sorrow,

Always haunted by the absence of a touch that once cradled me.

Yet within this vast, muted emptiness,

My heart kindles a secret melody,

A quite sad one

A soft defiance rising from the void.

I ink my grief with raw, unguarded verses,

Each tear a note in an unspoken hymn,

Whispering that even in absence, hope finds its way.

In the still, indifferent shadows,

I catch a glimmer of self-forged light,

Not given by others, but born from my own tender strength.

I am both the echo of missing arms and the bloom of resilience?

Carving beauty from the fractures of longing,

Embracing the truth that from emptiness, life can sing.