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Noemi Amorphous Nov 2020
beyond the glass wall
clouds float by, birds fly, I sigh.
are we there yet? No.
Noemi Amorphous Nov 2020
A borrowed history
A second-hand life
A true heritage denied.

This stranger sapling grafted to your family tree.
And the story told, to them and me;
" You were chosen, you are special, we were lucky..."

So you won.
Here's your prize;
A commodity baby, a charity child
Love conditionality and gratitude implied.
Woken from connection and amniotic peace
To a secret story of threefold grief.
I was taken from my First Mother when I was 10 days old by closed adoption. This was common in the UK until the early 1970s, a process whereby the baby was given to the adoptive family and the original birth records sealeduntil the child was 18.  This poem is about the strangeness of being a strangling, and in no way negates the love of my adoptive parents.  I am now, finally,  glad I am alive and able to share this part of my story, dedicated to all my parents, and all those who have shared this experience
Noemi Amorphous Jun 2018
Stop running!
You're no longer being chased.
You chase yourself with shadow fears
Revenants from a time when your soul was not safe

And you ran and you ran and and you ran...
And guess what?
When you stopped, you were still there

Your carefully constructed mask is cracked
Through the peels your self is showing
The veneer at best needs restoration,
Better to let it dissipate
The upkeep only brings exhaustion

You are absolutely meant to be here
You chose this remember!
Now take your place and show your face
You are welcome in the world
You are safe
  Jun 2018 Noemi Amorphous
Jaz Rhodes
In a future
we coat our dreams
in a powdered plasticity
And lined upon our
discotheques
we live in comfort
and see the rest
and rest we shall
for all that’s seen
ebbs all our thought
yet drinks our feeling
Feeding from our minds so set
we see the world yet still forget
we see the world from minds so set.
Noemi Amorphous Jun 2018
I am not my addictions
I am not my trauma induced behaviours and reactions
I am not my diagnosis
I am not broken
I do not need to be fixed
I am not machinery

I am no thing
I am nothing
I am everything

I am I
I am currently individuated
So are you
So are you

Hello!

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