Some kin walk past you like ghosts in the hall,
While strangers, with hearts wide open,
Hold you closer than blood ever dared.
Family is not written in veins,
But in who stays when the world falls apart.
When grief came crashing like a storm,
It wasn’t blood that built the shelter.
While some family stood silent in familiar shadows,
strangers became family like light in the dark, holding pieces of me they’d never seen break.
Love, I learned, wears no name,
it simply shows up.”
~ Nerusha
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