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.
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