Where Is My Reflection

I am that bastard,
hidden
like a treasure
to be discovered
but love did not hunt nor did it seek.
Cold nights and prayer,
oh why has thou forsaken me?

Life is
not asking too much
it is
not wanting more than I should have;
a chance

The birth of my brother
and sister
left me the stranger in the house.
The difference
between my father and theirs
is that he is home.
Searching for solace
under the stars alone
I run. Fast and far in search of him.

I am that bastard
who lives alone in the midst
of a family’s love. Funny to wake another day alone.

Where is he? Oh why has thou forsaken me?

I want to be worthy
of this family’s love;
our mother has tried but to no avail.
I am him, the man not here.
The man gone from her life forever.
He is me. The bastard searching for home.

Very nice but sad!!

Very well done... I'm impressed

What a great write!