Adoption
A quiet sadness that never leaves
A heart that always grieves
A grief unknown until late
What to do to make it abate?
Has time run out to heal?
Is it possible to reveal
My truth, my whole self
So long in a box, buried deep
On a (metaphorical) shelf
I didn’t know
Until I knew
Why I am the way I am
I hate to say it was all a sham
But digging deep
Just below the surface of what the world shows
(and wants you to believe)
You see, the truth they want to keep
Is it too late?


Yes. Resonates 💕