Given Up

I wake in a sweat again,
stuck in my head again.
Feels like I’m no one,
invisible,
and no escape from
this sick feeling.
Suffocating,
unfocused, scared, unprepared,
I hyperventilate.
No pills to take,
no help anywhere.
They signed papers
built an invisible cage,
adoptee detainee.
Infant foreclosure,
given up.
Given up.
Cardboard box.
All gone.
Buried in babyhood,
moving around, but
stillborn in my head.

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One Response to “Given Up”

  1. Pushpa Says:

    So beautifully written! You have so. Much depth and beauty that shows through! Thank you!

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