Not all parents are loving,
not all siblings remain near,
not every house is a haven—
sometimes the walls echo fear.
The ones meant to shield you
may be the ones who wound,
and leaving is not betrayal,
but the choice to live unbound.
Survival is not hatred,
peace is not a crime,
to walk away is to honor
yourself, your healing, your time.
Blood is not the measure
of loyalty or care,
love is found in kindness,
in the ones who choose to be there.
So silence the voices that bind you,
that whisper “but still your kin,”
for safety is sacred,
and freedom begins within.