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I walk through life, a shadow unseen, A fleeting thought in a world serene. I know I was unhappy, never knew my place, But it’s harder to know I’m my family’s disgrace. Their eyes avoid mine, their words turned thin, As if my presence wears them from within. A burden I’ve become, too heavy to hold, A story untold, growing weary and cold. I try to smile, to brighten the air, But cracks in my mask show the despair. Every laugh feels forced, every breath a mistake, A heart too fragile, bound to break. They say I’m loved, but I hear the strain, Their kindness laced with unspoken pain. I see it in whispers, in glances askew, In every moment I don’t know what to do. I wish I could vanish, dissolve in the wind, Leave behind the guilt, the love I’ve sinned. But even as I dream of fading away, A small voice inside begs me to stay. ~ Sara D. Aars

On the cold dawn of December’s third, Her heart hummed a wistful word. Each year she dreamed of a woven thread, A sweater from love, her soul’s homestead. She watched the others, their gifts held tight, Woolen warmth in the fading light. Their laughter rose, a melody sweet, While she stood silent in the biting sleet. Envy brewed in her hollow chest, For the girls who wore what she thought was blessed. The sweaters spoke of love’s embrace, Of promises stitched in a sacred space. But year by year, no thread was spun, No tender hands, no love begun. She sat alone, her wishes frayed, In the icy shadows her heart had made. One day it struck, like frost on bloom, It wasn’t the sweater, but who assumed To gift it with care, to make her see The worth of h er soul, her dignity. ~ Sara D. Aars