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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.
- by the gothic beauty 2 |
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- | Submitted on 07/16/2012 |
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- Title: Forgotten Child (True story)
- Artist: the gothic beauty 2
- Description: A poem about my life in the foster care system. THis is a true tale, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it.mPlease rate and comment telling me your thoughts. My other account this was in was recently hacked, which is why it has been posted again.
- Date: 07/16/2012
- Tags: true lonely dream
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Digital Commander - 11/24/2012
- I personally think this is an excellent poem. One of the best I've laid eyes upon. I'm glad that everything worked out for you in the end.
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- Solarknight7 - 11/18/2012
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That was really moving.
I cried a little inside. - Report As Spam
- Dylanseke - 11/14/2012
- The poem is very moving. Please see PM.
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- flyys - 09/02/2012
- encore!
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- vader-lifer14 - 09/01/2012
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Wow...I have no idea what to say. Well, I can say, I'm truly glad you found a place where you can be happy. This was a beautiful, yet very heartbreaking poem. I hope things continue to go well for you in the future. Best wishes,
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- Oncaro - 09/01/2012
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Wow...
I've lived a relatively good life with my grandparents, though my mother's poor choices, similar to your mother's were a lingering part of my life.I was born prematurely after a failed suicide attempt by my mom, and my father never wanted anything to do with me. Still doesn't, to this day. Meanwhile my mom served three stints in prison throughout my life so I didn't get to see much of her.
But my mom's cleaned up now and I'm happy, so that's good.
Cheers,
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- -For3v3r-R3d- - 09/01/2012
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It is always a trial, life that is. I am glad you have found the strength and innate power to move on. I wish one day to be able to look at this and aspire to find my place as well.
The piece itself is wonderfully written, and exceptional. It is the true tales that stir even at the worst of times, and this I connected with.
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