Ready to shock unconscious—
a scream locked in my chest,
a storm swirling where love should have been.
Forsaken.
Forgotten.
Black wings fold tight against my eyes,
dragging me to the place
where breath turns to silence,
and hearts go to break.
If you had an inkling,
even the faintest whisper
that I existed,
why didn’t you look for me?
Why didn’t you fight the tide,
pull me from the hollow space
where I learned to disappear?
Why was I the one who searched,
who fought,
embarrassing myself
for your love?
I stood in the open,
raw,
bleeding,
hands stretched toward a ghost
that never turned back.
I wasn’t a black hole,
wasn’t an absence.
I was flesh,
I was blood,
I was here.
Maybe we could have danced in the light,
or I could have played tag
with your sons in the long grass.
But instead,
I became the shadow
you refused to see.
And now that it’s all been said and done,
the bitter truth cuts deeper—
it turns out
I’m the one who resembles you the most.
Half my life
I wandered,
seeking a name
that could fit into my chest.
Yours.
Mine.
Ours.
But you never came.
The silence stayed.
And black wings
are all that’s left to hold me.
Well very personal to cut a long story short, I never knew my biological father till I was in my 20s my mother never wanted to tell me who he was but when she finally did and I approached him, he said he had suspected she was pregnant with his child. Since I've been in a thoughtful place I've been wondering why was I the only one searching for him, why didn't he fight for me, was I so extra to everyone...ma nafx għajjejt naħseb...it actually turned out that I really resemble him in many ways, I feel I lost so much at such an important time in my life.