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Invisible restraints
One instance of recognition
Followed by many moments of doubt
Left me wandering back for truth
But the shadow of your face had disappeared
Was it really you
Or my perverse mind playing tricks
The lines of your face etched in my mind
From a time when I couldn’t even remember
Figments of my imagination dancing away
Products of a photograph
A girl not yet a woman
Holding a baby
Smiling
Who is she now? Where is she now?
Was she the woman in the aisle,
Who caught my eye as I passed by?
Or was that a desperate attempt
For a girl not yet a woman
To find some sense in this world
When parts can make a whole again
Eighteen years ago she held me in her arms
And rocked me to sleep
Yesterday my Aunt looked into my face
Only restrained by the bonds of doubt
She may be around the next corner
Or millions of miles away
But I’ll never know
For I didn’t ask
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wow. thank you for sharing part of your story with me:) i appriciate it. and yeah i know exactly what you mean. and i COMPLETELY agree with you. like, if you never do it and take that leap of faith, you're always left with "what if", and that is LITERALLY like the worst ever. it sucks:( and i'm sorry you'll never know. but maybe you could find your aunt someday? like search for her. i'd be sooo happy for you if you did. then you could have closure and know.
but yeah, my mom's very..difficult. to say the least. when i was eight and first came to live with her she hated when i talked about my other life (even though it was all i ever knew), idk....i think a lot of it is jelously, to be honest. like, i think it hurts her to know that they were apart of my life and that i actually care about them and love them. she'll never understand it. and i'll never understand how she could expect anything different. how do you just stop loving your own blood? your own sisters and brothers and family....
idk, i dont get it either. lol. people are so confusing sumtimes.
woww. i love this!! this is incredible and i can relate in sooo many ways. if you don't mind me asking (and if you do i dont wanna make you uncomfortable so you certainly don't have to answer), but i was just curious, who you thought that that girl had been?
i am adopted and about two years ago i was at a parade and my fam and i went to mcdonalds. and when i turned around i came face to face with me 19 year old birth brother (i was probably about 14) and i hadn't seen him since i was in foster care about 8 years ago. that was extremely hard for me. and even though i knew it was him, i was too shocked and didn't want to say anything (cuz how dumb would i look if i said sumthing and he turned out to not be my brother? lol) but then his friends came running out (when my adopted mom and my other two sisters had left) and asked if we were amanda, tiara and mercedes neilson. and that was our birth names. and i was really excited, but my birth mother wouldn't allow us to go see him:( that broke my heart and i cried and cried for hours and hours. it was terrible.
but yeah, sorry if this was a bit much, i just thought i would share my story with you to show how i related to your poem:)
again, excellent work! i loved it.
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