Under one Roof

Two souls share a roof but not a home, just four walls and a heavy room The air is thick with words unsaid, silence that cuts deeper than a broom A sister’s love screams for a mother too far to hear it past the gloom She folds that ache into quiet prayers, stitching peace where there’s no room Her hands are soft with forgiveness, her heart still believes in bloom While the house keeps breaking, she becomes the light that clears the gloom And a brother drowning in hate for the blood that raised him, cursed by the same womb Left out of every laugh, every seat at the table, a ghost haunting his own room He wears anger like armor because despair ate the boy he used to be too soon Alone in the noise, forgotten in the corners, drowning with no tune He rages at the walls because he never learned how to ask for room Two loves under one roof — one reaching for peace, one bleeding into doom Same roof, same blood, same wound… but never the same room