Come home.

March 18, 2010
By Sparky630 SILVER, Middle Of Nowhere, Hawaii
Sparky630 SILVER, Middle Of Nowhere, Hawaii
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Favorite Quote:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measures. It is our light, not darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous talented and fabulous? Actually who are you not to be?” Nelson Mandela


Every so often
I look through my mind
And find….
The memories of yesterday,
All that seem to have started to fade away.
I know God promised he’d love me-
But I feel like I’m missing part of me.
I’m not happy,
My heart aches.
Nobody cares to see,
The pain I go through!
The desperation
The longing,
The nights I cry myself to sleep.
People say it’s just a phase,
It’ll go away.
I turn to them and smile.
When inside I’m screaming
“You don’t know me!”
Everyone seems to have forgotten them,
Their smiles
Their laughter
The lessons.
There are no pictures
No words spoken of them.
It’s almost as if,
They forgot.
But I haven’t.
I’m being held back,
And not allowed to see your face.
I want to scream.
They don’t know what I’ve been through.
For once,
I want to hug your close;
To close my eyes-
To breath your air-
To collect those messy kisses,
And wash those sticky hands.
I want to brush your fine curly hair.
I want to hear you giggles,
I want to see your face.
Oh dear sister, I will never forget.
I miss you, forever and always you will be loved.
Come home.

The author's comments:
This is dedicated to my foster sisters. I miss you and love you. Please come home. <3

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