This is my story, no longer a castaway. Come closer. Take a look at all the patches that make up me. Stitched with threads of love, hate, despair and hope, my soul you see is patched together with everything that comes between. As you draw near, you will see plenty of spaces to look inside. I ask but one thing. Before you go, take a patch from your soul and replace it with one of mine. It is the threads we weave, yours and mine, form our patchworked souls that castaway no longer defines.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
I AM A STRANGER ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN.
I
am a stranger on the outside looking in.
They stayed together, and I was taken away. I loved them the very best that I could, but
even so I was taken away. I cried for
days and fear abounded at night. What did I do that was so bad that I was taken
away? They were good and got to stay together.
I hear that growing up was hard for them, but they stayed together. I
was alone living with strangers. We are
adults now, and yet I feel as though I am a stranger on the outside looking in
on my brother and sister. They stayed together even when years passed without a
word between them. I do not know all the pain that they went through, but they
stayed together. They do not know the pain that I went through all alone.
Before they came and took us away, I tried my very best to keep the monsters at
bay. I do not think they know about all the monsters that lived under our
bed. All I want is to feel like I am a
sister and not a stranger. I wonder at times if it is just another monster that
has crawled from under the bed and into my head.
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