Friday, March 16, 2012

Re: Dear birth Mother

I find myself always going back into the dark recesses of my mind where I leave all my forelorn thoughts and think what I would say to you when I saw you.  I am writing this as if you might somehow actually read this.  You are gone and I have no clarity, no closure, and so many unanswered questions.  I will never know but why can I not find peace in my heart that you are really gone.  I truly believe that  you are still there.  I have so much to tell you, to talk to you, to ask you.  I need to see you.  I need to ask you why I have no memories of my childhood.  Why do I not have a place of safety when I close my eyes and want to go to that moment when I was the happiest as a child.  Why do I feel as if you deprived me of a childhood?  Or am I just misplacing blame? 
When Cynthia speaks to me fondly about her childhood...I can see the deep fondness reflecting on her face.  I see it.  I sense it.  But I cannot relate to it and that leaves me in wanton more and more each day.  I live my childhood through her, imagining that mine would be the same yet I have no images in my mind to relate to them as she does.  These might seem like the whines of a needy child...but why not?  I cant seem to find inner peace.  My mind wanders endlessly looking for an oasis, a shaded place for me to lie in, a cool rock to lay my head on. 
When I see you or meet you because I believe deeply that you are still there somewhere...I want to just look in your eyes in silence.  I want to hear your voice.  I want to feel the touch of your hands/your fingers.  I need you but once again you have abandoned me.
Will I ever know?  My mind is in a quandry.  My heart is restless.

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