Shipwrecked – poem on adoption and PTSD

Born into a tiny shipwrecked boat forever out to sea captors playing Hot Potato never touching me   Next ocean liner captors luxuriously adorned smiling at their prize while showing their violence and scorn   Smothered by the bitterness of bondage and of lies The captive plays the game and always keeps up her disguise … Continue reading Shipwrecked – poem on adoption and PTSD