Shipwrecked – poem on adoption and PTSD

f1037ff3afb2ea9fff92f9f921907f96

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

 

Never knowing whom to trust or whom to tell the truth

Trying to fight back and finding out that there’s no use

 

A captive so well-fed and dressed can offer no complaint

The dice was thrown the cards were played but Paradise this ain’t

 

They did the best they could they say that’s all they really knew

The captors say if you were in our place you’d do it too

 

So the captive sits in silence thanking God for the abuse

The life of turmoil chaos fear is better than a noose

 

The captive goes for help in life she tries and tries and tries

Just can’t seem to get past all the bitterness and lies

 

They did the best they could she says that’s all they really knew

and if I were in their place that must be what I would do too

 

If freedom is an option then this captive that will seek

The therapy and counseling will last for weeks and weeks

 

And after many years this captive might just get a peek

At the misery and pain that she buried way down deep

 

She worries that she’ll crumble if she opens up that box

She wants to get down to the pain and fear that she herself has locked

 

With the key that was discarded upon that Shipwrecked vessel

With all the demons from her past she knows that she must wrestle

 

Waiting for the day when that lock disintegrates

and all the hate and all the tears come out of their blocked state

 

Therapists ensuring her she never is alone

and how lucky she is to have found such a giving home

 

An attitude of gratitude is necessary here

But the captive must feel safe or she might drink another beer

 

Ruining five years of sobriety with one decisive swallow

And realizing all the gains she’s made were sick and hollow

 

She’ll fade into Oblivion and go back to the boat

The original shipwrecks still await.. but are they still afloat?

(C) Copyright -Stacey M. Patterson. All rights reserved.

Advertisements