THE FORGOTTEN CHILD
I am the forgotten child, born this day.
Lost and alone, trying to find my way.
I begged for someone, to hear my plea.
But I lay in silence; no one came to comfort me.
So sweet and innocent, like a newborn dove.
Longing to be held, searching for love.
So sad a fate, no life for a child.
My mother’s tragedy, being raped and defiled.
My mother was someone, she’d been a nurse.
Those torrid memories, had become her curse.
She turned her back, took us to the street.
Turning tricks, and giving into defeat.
A pimp and his drugs, soon came along.
She bought into his story, into his song.
I watched on, as my mother decayed,
Having been torn apart, having been played.
From infancy I knew, a life of abuse and neglect.
I tucked away my feelings, having no self-respect.
I wanted a way out, from this plane of reality.
So I lost myself inside, where I found serenity.
No one tried to help, or came to intervene.
So I carried on, as if living was a dream.
I prayed to God, for my salvation,
From this nightmare, of my soul’s starvation.
My mother’s poor choices, had sealed my fate.
So slowly time passed, finally I turned eight.
The social worker came, she whisked me away.
In foster care I’d find, a permanent place to stay.
But this was untrue, I was told a lie.
From family to family, I was forced to fly.
Seven homes later, adoption was sought.
A change in my life, had finally been wrought.
But this was also a lie, which I quickly did see.
Tossed to the ground, with the waste and debris.
Back to foster care I went, all hope now erased.
A family for me, gone without a trace.
I was so distraught, felt alone and betrayed.
Forced onto drugs, my mind and soul soon decayed.
A mere shadow of myself, now an anorexic waif.
Picking holes in my body, longing to be safe.
I had come full circle, become just like my mother.
My life was stolen, my soul was smothered.
It’s now up to me; should I choose life or death?
My answer is clear, I choose to take another breath.
Please God help me, understand the reasons why?
So I can be free, to fly high and touch the sky.
No longer allowing others, to determine my fate.
Taking care of myself, eating and gaining weight.
A message from heaven, a renewed sense of hope.
I had to try harder, to learn how to feel and cope.
My “forever family” has come, no more must I roam.
I’m the fairy princess, whose castle is now her home.
This is my reality, no longer living life as a dream.
Because living life is better, like eating strawberries with cream.
I’ve learned about loving, taught with kindness and grace
I know true happiness, now that I’ve found my special place.
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