In the quiet of my soul, a storm rages deep,
My child born different, a secret to keep,
With a facial deformity, a resemblance stark,
To a devil’s visage, a heavy mark.

Each day I pray, with a heavy heart,
For relief from this burden, for a new start,
Feeling abandoned by God in this trial so severe,
I beseech for mercy, for comfort to appear.

Their face, a reflection of a world unknown,
A sight that chills, a path so lone,
Yet in their eyes, a spirit pure and bright,
A soul that shines through the darkest night.

I hold them close, in a tender embrace,
Whispering prayers, seeking solace and grace,
In their uniqueness, in their special light,
I find courage to face the darkest night.

Though the world may stare, may whisper and judge,
In my love, my child finds refuge,
A sanctuary of acceptance, a haven of peace,
Where their beauty and uniqueness will never cease.

I feel abandoned by God, the weight so heavy,
Yet in my child’s presence, a love so steady,
In their laughter, in their innocent smile,
I find solace, even in trials so vile.

I pray daily for relief from this sorrow I bear,
For a glimmer of hope, for a sign of care,
In the face of my child, so unique and dear,
I find strength to persevere, to hold them near.