I will forever wonder
What it would feel like to be part of a family
That loves each other without hesitation,
Without condition, without cold silences
Masquerading as peace.
A family where love isn’t earned by shrinking,
By softening your voice, by folding into the corners
And hoping someone notices.
A family where you don’t have to beg
For time, for tenderness, for a seat at the table.
Where you aren’t just tolerated,
But celebrated,
Chosen not out of obligation,
But out of joy.
A family where I don’t have to squeeze myself in
Like an afterthought,
Fitting into spaces never made for me,
Always too much or never quite enough.
A family where I know, without asking.
That I belong.
That I’m safe.
That I’m seen.
But I guess I’ll never know
What that kind of love feels like,
What that kind of home sounds like
In the quiet of an ordinary day.
So I will carry this ache,
Silent but constant,
And keep wondering
What it would be like
To be loved without question.
