Mar 2016
Time holds with it many wonders,
Many mysteries yet to be solved.
It grasps answers and stats,
The evolution of exotic genes and habits.
But what does time have in store for someone like me?
Genes will never answer my questions,
One who has rarely seen her biological parents.
What wonders are devised to fulfill my hours,
What mystery awaits for one such as myself?
One who even Darwin himself could not classify.
Time mends all wounds,
But can time resurrect my lost soul?
Many mysteries yet to be solved.
It grasps answers and stats,
The evolution of exotic genes and habits.
But what does time have in store for someone like me?
Genes will never answer my questions,
One who has rarely seen her biological parents.
What wonders are devised to fulfill my hours,
What mystery awaits for one such as myself?
One who even Darwin himself could not classify.
Time mends all wounds,
But can time resurrect my lost soul?
I've always struggled with the fact that I'm adopted, not because I'm not blessed to have my now parents, I love them so much, but more so because I feel like a piece of me is missing and that finding out about my birth parents could help mend a torn and place something into my empty void that I've been missing. I know that they would have destroyed my life, but there is something so mystifying about not knowing why you are the way you are.
(F/USA)
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