Sitting quietly on the steps
I seem normal to the world, but inside I’m torn
Lacking attachment to my love ones by whom I was born
I cling to the hope that someday..maybe someday
I will feel what it means to be whole.
These are the words of a ten year old boy
suppressed by medications who acts out with acts of hatred
because that’s all he knows.
As he stares in the mirror tears drop to the floor
and he births a new version of himself
to disguise the lonely ten year old boy filled with fear.
The only love he knows torn from his soul and he cries on the inside,
seemingly, the end is near. He’s lost all control
so he takes it out on those who try to help him
and in the midst of the pressure they lose track of the fact
that he’s still a ten year old boy filled with fear
needing nothing more than the comfort of a loved one
who doesn’t change how they treat him because of fear.
Now is the time to evade these presumptive perceptions of who a foster kid is.
Broken? No.
In need of guidance to find how he is whole.
We stand by his side and uphold these values praying that someday
they will bond with his soul.
And though it seems to have lost it, we never had control
as we pour our love into a child that yearns for more.
The years pass by and we realize…
The hardest thing to do is let go.
- Travis