nobody‘s daughter

To be nobody's daughter is to float unbound, like a kite with no string, drifting further from hands that never held me. There is no place to return to, no voices calling me home, no cradle of love to rest my weary heart.

I am rootless, a seed scattered by winds too careless to notice, growing only where I land. There are no echoes of a mother's laugh, no shadows of a father's wisdom-just silence where their presence should be.

And yet, I live. I make my own warmth in a world that feels so cold, stitching together fragments of tenderness, I find along the way.

I have no parents, no lineage to hold me steady, but in the hollow of that absence;

I am learning to hold myself

- Lux