Dear Adoption, Hello
Hello Adoption. Remember me?
How quickly you turned away from me and from the truth.
You dotted the i’s, crossed the t’s, collected your payment, and erased me from existence – metaphorically, literally.
You didn’t ask me how I felt.
You didn’t comfort me.
You didn’t check on me.
You didn’t see me.
You didn’t preserve me.
I am half a person.
I only half exist despite what you see.
You see the beautifully crafted exterior I was forced to create.
You celebrate who you think I am; who you think I am because I am adopted.
You don’t grieve with me. You don’t feel the loss that lives inside my bones.
You miss entirely that I am a hollow shell.
Who I am is void all of the things that matter most.
To you I am a success story. A beautiful tale of the betterment of one’s life.
You don’t know me.
You didn’t then.
You don’t now.
I am only half a person and all of me is hollow.