In shadows deep where silenced weeps, There lives a girl no one keeps. Her name is Lorine, just fourteen, Born in September's golden sheen. But the warmth of fall she never knew, For love at home was cold and few. A house of five, yet none could see, The fading light she'd come to be. Two brothers bold, two sisters bright, But Lorine worked from morn to night. Before the last, but left behind, A burden stamped upon her mind. She swept the floors, she washed the pain, Her tears fell soft like autumn rain. They yelled her name with fire and spite, She slept in fear most every night. Her parent's words, a poison dart, "Your nothing, girl. You have no heart". "We'd live just fine if you were gone- You're not the star, you're not the dawn". She smiled through the aching soul, Playing her silent, heavy role. No birthday cake, no candles flame, Just silence calling out her name. The chores were hers, the blame, the fight While others danced in warmth an light. She held the house upon her back Yet love for her was what they lacked. They saw a gost, they saw a maid, Not once a child for whom they prayed. She stitched their lives with unsee thread But lived as if she should be dead. The youngest laughed, the eldest soared While Lorine scrubbed the kitchen floor. No gentle words no kind embraced, Just bitter cold in every face. She dreamed of skies beyond her cage, A word where joy could calm her rage. Where hands would hold and not demand, Where someone cared to understand. But dreams were all she had to keep When nights were long and rest was cheer. She is the flame they failed to see, A soul still fighting to be free. Lorine, dear girl, unheard, unknown- One day, you'll rise and stand alone.😔