keepin' it real....

My last poem, Enough, is all fact, no fiction, my life, laid bare, wide open.

It started as a riff from a recent read, Orphan Train, by Christina B. Kline, which is fiction based on fact.

Though my experience is different,
the basic theme of abandonment runs through both.

I know others who have been able to leave this behind,
But it remains an issue for me,
A thread throughout my life.

Am I good enough to keep,
if not, will you send me back to wherever...

Though there is no place to return me
nor anyone to take me

Which brings me full circle...





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