Irreplaceable

Constant, rapid, overwhelming thoughts running through my mind,

I can't help but wonder if my life would've been different.

Would I still have a family who loves me or cares,

Or would I just be invisible to everyone?

All of these unanswered questions, in search of there answers,

Slowly rotting away, on their way to being forgotten.

But, one will never fade,

How. . .How could she bare to give up her child?

 

I wonder if it's like sending a love letter to someone.

Putting your heart and soul into writing it,

Sealing and protecting it in an envelope,

Not knowing if it will get to the right person,

Or if it will even make it to a destination  at all.

Do you even care? Was it just another piece of paper?

Do you think about it after it's delivered,

Or is it forever lost in a sea of forgotten moments?

 

Thinking about the holiday season,

It's called the season of giving.

Did you give the gift you didn't want,

Or is it the gift you wanted,

But you saw someone else who desperately wanted it more?

I wonder if that's what it's like,

Giving an irreplaceable gift to someone,

and knowing that they will cherish it for as long as they live.

 

I guess I won't know today, tomorrow, or even a year from now,

But I'm going to be that irreplaceable gift that my parents love to death.

I'm going to be that love letter that found it's way.

It's just a matter of time until I figure out what I truly was supposed to be.

 

I'm still coming up with questions, left and right,

Hoping to get them answered one day.

One day, I will find my author or gift giver,

And thank her for not only giving something to my parents,

But also giving me a better life,

And that is something I am truly grateful for.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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