This poem reminds me of a past I have no memories of and the things I still remember... |
ALONE I was never in a year book And I wasn't in your class You never saw me wandering I have no memories of my past My fears were never mentioned I didn't have a mouth You never saw me in the day And you never, ever heard me cry out I walked in such darkness daily And what light I saw was pale I ran in the winter to be free But got caught and thrown in jail They set me free, but I was watched The rules I broke I paid a price The days were long, as was my wish That one day I would find someplace nice I built my armor from within My voice was silent years would pass In each new home waited another nightmare My time was short it would not last But, great adventures follow for a loner Off once more I go alone Far from the isle where I was born Far from the place where I had no home In another place I built new memories Wrought not with anger, nor with pain New friends await a weary traveler A special friend gave me a name I built new memories for a future But time was short, I was misled I was injured and the doctors that I thought I knew Were dark inside and full of dread The cuts and scars that maimed my body Eight experimental surgeries I couldn't control I walked daily through a living nightmare Left without a thread of hope to hold Like Alice in Wonderland I fell down a shaft I got lost in a world not many will know Like the prisons I lived in when I was a child I was lost in a system, I could no longer grow This silent pain no one could see And many refused to believe Lost in medical madness, labeled and broken By twelve doctors who wouldn't help, but only deceived Year after year I fought to set things right To clear my name and the uncertainty In report after report, I pleaded for justice And year after year, no one listened to me It's been twenty-three years and I'm still in the fight I will not back down until this madness is ended One day someone will wake up and take notice And I will finally see justice for this body that cannot be mended Somewhere in my life time was shifted I came out into a world I do not know And like a Phoenix arising from the ashes Faith is still my greatest gift, as I continue to grow..... Brenda Keough 1987 4:00-4:04 p.m. |