#ASMSG STRIPPED NAKED

STRIPPED NAKED

Taken from the anthology ‘Getting It out Of My Head’

© Teresa Joseph Franklin 2013

It started out as curiosity

Finding out our history

Never in my wildest dreams

But it all seems like it is not what it seems

My history needs re-writing

No way exciting

It has torn me apart

Right through my heart

I found the lies and deceit

No I can never ever meet

My real, real loving birth mother

She is with another

Way up there in the heavens above

Looking down now and maybe happy that I have found out

Oh these so called evil people need a clout

Father more like uncle your sister’s child

They took me away from you

No adoption papers, not a trace

Like I have been erased

To a life of abuse and use

No child should have endured their wrath

Punishment for your mistake

Left out in the cold, frozen to the core

Now I know why the beatings were inflicted

Upon this child

My most inner core

Scolded, blamed, reprimanded

Criticised for all the rights that I did for others

Lectured on the rights and wrongs

Or is it wrong from right?

But then why beat the hell out of me

When you never chastised them for their wrongs

They all stood and watched you

Laughing, sniggering, giggling, at your ways

Is it any wonder that this child lost her way?

Right now, this day in my history

The tale is changing

I see the flowers and roses around me

But they are not part of this plan

They need to be a distant memory of days gone by

I need to shed these tears

I need to shed this anger, which is gnawing at my soul

I have those fears once again

Like a child facing its first day at school

Without its parents to encourage, inspire, aspire

I have one wish right now is to find my real father

This is a trail that is going to take me further and further

Deeper and deeper

Into knowing who I really am

Am I like my mum, or like my dad?

A journey of self-discovery

Knowing that I am alone, but not alone

Because my heart is saying

‘You have my love from above to you below’

Dear sweet mum I surely know you now

Please do not blame yourself

You were never to know

You are in my heart and soul

Forever and ever

Without the Amen

Each time I write a poem they are all dedicated to you

Maybe this writing is you a long held dream that never came true

But this dream will come true through me

And there is no one to stop me I can promise you that

So sweet

Helen Teresa

This is now for you

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

19^th March 2013

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