In the end, love is all we have.

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In the end, love is all we have.
Mother.
To the mother who raised me To the omma who named me To the family who knows me to the family who released me to the mother I know to the Omma I wish I knew To the life I could have had to the life I have had To the mothers who love me and the mothers I love. To the family I lost, to the family I gained. To the country I was split from to the country I’ve become. I am a country. a city. I was once forgotten but remember this. I was split from her rib and I will always be. Both of their daughters.
-Jadalyric
So many struggle outside of themselves Seeking for what can only be found. Within themselves.
You don’t know the pulse of my heart
the beating of my soul
the emotions which surface
and bring
the best of me
the worst of me
the parts I can’t see
the woman who isn’t me
the woman who crawls past what they think
she can’t see.
You don’t know how i feel.
You have no idea.
Sometimes the distance is to great to cross To bridge the mishaps To peace the pieces.
Sometimes the distance is too great to cross And the bridge needs to be blown up.
maybe. An Adoptee's thoughts.
Maybe a part of me will always be misplaced mistraced searching for a face which is not mine a name which was relinquished disappeared in the midst of its tears a life which could have been when will the mourning quiet and the peace begin to settle in Maybe a part of me will always be misplaced mistraced searching for a race which is not mine a race I was placed within a face a name I have been given. Maybe…
-jadalyric
I have a box full of poetry filled with women I used to be.
Jadalyric
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I’ve ripped my heart out of my chest for men Who never understood what it’s like to receive a heart transplant.
-jadalyric