left...

left...
when I am frightened,
a flash of lightening strikes,
its jagged edges rip my heart, tear my soul.

It's the Children's Exchange,
returns accepted, 
replacements available. 
We'll take her back,
not sure where to send her, 
as she was left 
newborn in the hospital.

the tape plays in my head, 
the loop repeats, 
no matter my age. 
abandoned again,
nowhere to go,
because there is no place 
for damaged goods.

 

Judy Melchiorre is a new voice, a poet in Richmond, Virginia. Her poetry is currently posted on http://Anthrofashionist.blogspot.com/