In the stillness of sorrow, in the depths of my soul,
I cradle my child, broken and whole,
Born with a face that mirrors the dark,
Resembling a devil, leaving a mark.

Deep sadness grips me, a heavy shroud,
As I gaze upon my child, so different, so proud,
I pray earnestly, tears in my eyes,
Begging for relief from these silent cries.

Each day I plead, to God above,
For mercy and grace, for endless love,
It feels like He’s turned away in disdain,
Leaving my child to suffer in pain.

I hold them close, in the dead of night,
Whispering words of hope, of light,
In their eyes, a spark of innocent flame,
In their unique face, there’s no shame.

The world may stare, may cast its cruel gaze,
But in my arms, my child stays,
A beacon of love in a world so cold,
Their spirit strong, their story untold.

I wrestle with questions, with doubts profound,
Why has this fate upon us bound?
Yet in their presence, I find grace,
A love that transcends this earthly place.

I am filled with deep sadness, it’s true,
Yet in my child, a light shines through,
In their laughter, in their gentle touch,
I find solace, I find so much.

Though the road ahead may seem so long,
I walk it with my child, so strong,
Praying for relief, for a brighter day,
For God’s mercy to light the way.

In the face of my child, so pure,
I see a love that will endure,
For in their smile, in their embrace,
I find God’s presence, a sacred space.