Adoption Story

This story. It was mine.

All about me.

Once young, but have grown.

Put the past behind me.

Living the present.

Reflecting upon the future in front of me.

 

.I miss the rainbow summers

And the night lights that used to shine above my head.

It seems so distant now as

I dive beneath the waves of the sky.

 

This is how I imagined my life.

Just floating, soaring through stars.

Instead, I was dropped into the flames

Of the world.

 

Wishing adoption was a different process.

Wish I wasn’t taken away and abandoned.

Left for on the floor as you downed each bottle.

 

That’s when the People came in and took me away.

Strayed me in the orphanage with all the other kids

With no homes.

Living with a heart problem, no mother

And I was somehow supposed to survive.

 

It’s true you weren’t ready for me.

So for that, you decided not to care.

Each bottle finished and you haven’t yet asked nor tried

To find me.

 

Funny, cause I’ve thought about you every day.

Every night before I go to sleep.

I wonder who you are and if you miss me.

Have you forgotten about your own daughter?

 

Well, you know what?

I’ll find you one day.

I want to know the truth.

I want to know who you are.

Who I am.

 

All I want to know is where you are

And if you miss me.

A simple letter would be enough, but I’ve received none.

I’ve always been raised by someone else.

Never my own blood.

 

I don’t understand why you gave up on me.

I’m sorry if I was just a baby.

Obviously, the bottle was more important.

 

Today, I am angered by it.

It saddens me, though I don’t show it.

Nor do I tell many about it.

 

This is my story.

Taken by one mom, adopted by another.

A home away from home.

So different, but it’s made me who I am.