Best Poems Written by Layla Branson

Branches of Belonging

I was born with the meaning of home  
running through my veins,  
like sunlight weaving  
through branches,  
casting warmth on cold earth.  

In shadows, I gathered light,  
each ray a promise,  
each beam a whisper  
filling spaces of despair.  

With hands outstretched,  
I became a gardener,  
planting seeds of love  
in the soil of his heart,  
tending to wounds like petals.  

The forest listened,  
its soft sighs a chorus,  
as I sought the truth  
beneath layers of leaves,  
light revealing paths to safety.  

In the courtroom’s embrace,  
I stood tall, a lighthouse,  
shining bright for him,  
a beacon guiding him home,  
where love flows like a river.

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