Created and formed by the DNA of my mother and father.

Only to come through the birth canal to be left.

By mother.

And father.

Whisked away by unknown  hands.

Away from the nine months of familiarity.

Into the unfamiliar.

The voices I once heard.

I no longer remember.

Learning new voices.

And new spaces.

Seeing my refection for the very  first time.

Through the eyes of rejection and abandonment.

But the DNA of my mother and father.

Still beating in the drums of my heart.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

To be left alone.

Passed from home to home.

Like the collection plate at offering time.

Certainly, I am here for a reason.

To discover who I really am.

From the passions of my heart’s desires.

I choose to stop fighting my purpose.

And just be.

 

 

 

 

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