Where No One Knows My Name Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

Have you ever traveled to a place unknown,
Where no familiar faces greet your gaze,
And strangers' voices fill the air?
A place where you are a shadow in the crowd,
Yet somehow, you find a home?

I have walked such paths,
Through quiet villages and sunlit hills,
Where hands once rough from labor
Welcomed me with warmth unspoken.
In their eyes, I saw stories untold,
In their laughter, I heard echoes of belonging.

We shared our days like threads,
Woven by stories exchanged,
Of struggles endured, of wounds yet healing,
Of hope rising like dawn after the storm.
Though strangers at first,
We became family without bloodlines,
A bond born of listening and love.

In their presence, I learned to pause,
To hear not just the words,
But the silence that carried hidden truths.
I learned to see past fear and judgment,
To open my heart and offer my ears,
For listening is the bridge to understanding.

It is not easy, they say,
To listen when love feels absent.
But when love grows within,
Even the faintest whispers become a melody,
Drawing us closer, one story at a time.

Home is not a roof or walls,
But the space where hearts gather,
Where hope resides and healing begins.
It is a place built by voices united,
By stories shared without fear of rejection.

Even now, I roam to places unknown,
Seeking new faces and fresh tales,
Expanding the family of my soul.
For each story I hear renews me,
Each encounter a spark of hope rekindled.

So, let us listen with open hearts,
To those we love and those we don't.
For only then can we create a home,
A sanctuary where love,
And stories,
Forever dwell.