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The Ones Who Were Never Seen – Canvas Drop

✅ Post Caption: “The Ones Who Were Never Seen”

Some of us were never yelled at. We were just left out. No apology. No explanation. Just silence that screamed louder than abuse ever could. These aren’t just prints. These are truth weapons for the ones who grew up invisible — and finally said: Not anymore. You don’t need permission to take up space. You don’t need closure to come alive. 🌌 Celestial Root — for the erased. 🌙 Moon’s Garden — for the quiet warriors. 🌸 Spiritual Calibration — for those realigning alone.

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🖼 Live on Amazon. Etsy release coming. Free shipping. Printed in country of origin. Premium inks on poly-cotton canvas. CELESTIAL ROOT Square: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0F8R7HQZF Portrait: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0F8R896J6?th=1 Landscape: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0F7Z9KLXK?th=1 MOON’S GARDEN Square: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FG3CMB7R?th=1 Portrait: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FF7296PS Landscape: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDYJLZKZ?th=1 SPIRITUAL CALIBRATION Portrait: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDX2YPK1 Square: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDR4HM99 Landscape: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDR4HM99?th=1

The Ones Who Never Got Seen

🌌 CELESTIAL ROOT

Some of us weren’t ignored. We were erased.

No yelling. No fighting. Just silence.

This isn’t about trauma. It’s about truth.

Your roots were always cosmic. You were never meant to stay buried.

This is for the ones who were never seen — but are still here.

🖼 Live on Amazon. Etsy release coming. Free shipping. Printed in country of origin.

Raised by Love. Haunted by Blood

You think adoption’s a blessing? For who?

The parents who needed a child? Or the child who was cut from their roots before they ever had a name?

Let’s talk about what actually happens.

You grow up in a house full of love — but still feel like a guest.

You laugh. You eat. You smile in family photos… but deep down you’re wondering: “Who the hell am I, really?”

You weren’t given up. You were taken from something ancient — and handed a new life with no instructions.

You don’t feel grateful. You feel split.

One side of you tries to be perfect… The other side wants to burn it all down and scream: “Where is my real mother?”

But you don’t say that. Because you don’t want to hurt the one who raised you.

So instead, you swallow it. Every. Single. Time.

This isn’t just wall art. This is emotional ammunition for the ones who were never allowed to ask what they lost.

Canvas: Thorns and Tenderness For the kids who had to become their own origin story.