The Unwanted Thing
They said I was lucky, that love had chosen me,
As though a foreign branch could graft onto a family tree.
They called me home, yet part of me stayed behind,
Still reaching for the hands I never got to find.
They praised the life another heart could bring to be,
While I still grieved the first abandoning I'd seen.
They celebrated every fresh beginning,every brand-new day,
But never spoke of the first goodbye that never went away.
I learned to make myself quiet, grateful, and small,
For I was the child who feared love can leave me after all.
I disappeared into the dark before they noticed anything,
And in that moment silence crowned me the unwanted thing.
My blood became a language no one else could read,
A map of missing names and unanswered need.
Each answer only caused more questions to arise,
I searched for someone else to blame until I realized.
You cannot mend forgotten roots with borrowed grace,
Nor erase the ache no love could quite replace.
But I was never born to carry someone else's shame,
Their leaving was their choice, not mine to claim.
I am more than empty pages, more than lives I'll never know,
More than silent gardens where abandoned children grow.
You may have left my story before it found its wings,
But I refuse to end it as the unwanted thing.
The story hooks you right from the
first pages. Thanks!