A heart that speaks in quiet tones,

Yet echoes lost among the stones.

Words like whispers, thin as air,

Fall unheard, though they were there.

Eyes that plead in silent hue,

Seeking light, misunderstood anew.

A soul that bends, but will not break,

Carrying storms for others’ sake.

In shadows cast, the truth lies still,

A song unheard, but singing still.

For what is missed may yet be known—

A seed of self, unseen, has grown.

A mother’s heart! .. never far!

Smiling through it all.. finding her way, standing tall!

Stay Rosy, Amber 🤍🤟

#Halfwaythere #HalfwayToAnywhereYouPutYourMindTo