Unrelenting Question
My mind is void of thoughts Into a reality of discontent My hand reveals a reflection As the mirror begins to mist As I contemplate my creation
Searching for my roots And that unrelenting question, Written 04/22/02 © SL Norman
As the water beats against my skin,
When that unrelenting question
Intrudes upon me once again.
I’m propelled from my retreat,
Consumed with an emptiness
And feeling incomplete.
As I wipe away the steam,
I’m standing face to face
With my solitary being.
The image returns my stare,
It’s obscure as my birthright
My identity, I’m unaware.
I am forced to use my minds eye,
For I am known as Adopted
Forbidden to ask “Who am I?”
Is to some a mortal sin,
But I can’t help wondering
What my life would have been.
Intrudes upon me once again.