The attachment wound…if you’re adopted, you might get it…

the ache that bends

till i feel i might snap

visits from time to time

a hollow within

that has existed since

the day you abandoned me

a window, the only light

in a darkened room

full of shadows that frighten

but even more so,

the endless, pathetic quiet

there is no one there,

no voice to soothe and cajole

the ache that bends

feels icy and hot,

defiant and soft

i demand it leave,

to no avail

the ache that bends

until I feel I might snap

and yet,

I never do…

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