Searching

Somewhere id is waiting hidden, I must go there now, unbidden, somewhere I must find my soul, name it someone, make it whole. Help me if you know the place, where my father hid my face, where my mother left my eyes, pure and simple, free of lies. Show me where my sister buried, heart and soul and dreams I carried. Perhaps they thought they saw me bleed, out my life and would not need, all the pieces I can't find, somewhere......... I am left behind. In the rivers,in the ditches, in the tiny handsewn stitches that my Grandma used to make, some of me that I could take, on my journey to my birth, back to find my living worth where my brother stole my skin, to hide my secret name within.