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The Truth is Lost (A Family Abduction)

You can't even imagine
But it actually happened to me.
Didn't even realize what was going down
They pulled it off, you see?

Five years old, up on a plane
They flew me far, far away.
If I knew then what I know now
I'd note the significance of that day.

Flight finally over, an attendant came
She helped me on down the aisle.
To a woman with red hair passed knees
And a magical love-you smile.

She pulled me close, then hugged me tight
As she whispered in my ear.
"I'm your aunt and I just can't
Believe you're finally here!"

Securely lost in that moment,
After traveling so long alone.
At least I had my aunt here
Who wanted to take me home.

She next introduced her family,
Each a daughter and a son.
Plus, her husband who stood smiling
Sporting a great big hat and gun.

He gathered my little suitcase
With that, we were on our way.
We drove upon an endless road
Until greeted by morn the next day.

As we rode along the beach
I watched the waves swim towards the sun.
When we pulled up to a shore house
My thoughts ran away to summer fun.

Soon sleepiness came for a visit
So I was kindly shown to my room.
Life had been instantly changed,
And I would come to realize it soon.

A few days passed, time flew fast
I was dreading vacation's end.
It'd been a month, I had a hunch my
Family was wondering where I've been.

Tension was stirring around in the air,
I noticed hushed whispers and odd glances.
I thought to myself something bad has happened
Then pondered all of the chances.

Late one night, a knock on the door.
A sleepy voice whispers "Honey, the phone."

"Girl, sit up straight, I know it is late
But it's grandma calling from home..."

Grandma's soft voice fills my ear
With "Babe... something is terribly wrong."

"Mom was real sick and dad never came back.
I'm afraid they both are now gone."

"But Robin's there and she'll take care
Of making all the plans.
So, don't come home, I'm all alone.
I'll get there when I can."

I hung up the phone thinking about home,
Tears freely flowed from my too tired eyes.
My aunt flipped off the light
Then held me tight
As she tried to rock away all of my cries.

They did what they thought was best for me.
Never, ever were they mean or cruel.

Yet, nothing was the same
Everything had changed
Even my name before I started school.

In a few years, my grandma moved near
To make good on her guarantee.
They fulfilled all my needs
Instilling hopes and dreams
For a life like they once shared with me.

Then at sixteen, the police caused a scene-
Seems my father was alive and well.
Straight to the courthouse to figure this all out
Again, instantly, my life was all hell.

The judge did not make me go home with Pops.
Mom overdosed not long after I was found.
The whole situation has had an effect on me
That was of the most profound.

My view of the world is tainted now.
I've lived a twisted life fueled by love.
My instincts now warn me never to trust-
Be it through choice or even by blood.

I'm all grown up, and I am wise enough
To know the real truth is forever lost.

But I know that my families hate each other

In every way,  and 'til this day


I still pay the cost...




















Author notes

abduction

like a previous entrant, I, too, choose this topic because of a personal connection, and the fact that I have never really opened up in writing about that period of my life. I am almost 33 now, it was so long ago. I guess here and now was as good as it was gonna get to start getting some of it out.

ok. this is loosely based on my own life story, my mom was a druggie, my dad was a prick (I was told) so my grandma told me I was going on vacation with my aunt then shipped me from Philly to Tx when I was five. My grandma told my dad my mom disappeared with me. A few years later, I guess when the coast was clear, my grandma joined us in Tx, where she lived until she died. But eventually, my mother resurfaced in Philly, and when my dad found out I was not with her, and my grandma split town, he got a detective and started looking for me again. At 15, the cops came to my aunt's house in the early morn, where they told me i was kidnapped and the story as they knew it. The judge let me stay with my aunt because she was who had raised me for the past 10 years. But, really my life was never the same. There was a lot of craziness in all those years, if I wrote it all out, you would swear I was making it up, but it would really be an unbelievable truth. I understand why my grandma and aunt did what they did, and I understand why my father hates them for it. I live now in Philly, around the corner from my dad and all 6 of my sisters, 3 from mom 3 from dad. I also still have an ongoing relationship with my aunt. I love them all. It's nuts.

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  • Yunalonei
    May 5
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    Touching

    This is a very touching piece and well written, a little long for my tastes but well deserving of the length.

    However i am unsure after reading the comments left why you think this poem belongs in my contest. In the spirit of my contest could you justify why this piece is following with the flow of my contest.
    Thanks and great write


  • Nam
    April 2

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    "To a woman with red hair passed knees"

    this line seems to be a bit nonsensical. It could be just me reading it, though.

    "As she whispered in my ear."

    You have an extra space between "whispered" and "in".

    I felt, near the middle of the poem, that some of your rhymes seemed to jump from one form to the next, and then some of those rhyming seemed lacking compared to the rest, even to a point of being forced.

    Other than these things: a nice poem that you have written here.

    -Nam

    • Her hair was calf length, I think I will keep that wording. This is a personal write that was bubbling to a boil, and I agree some rhyme might seemed forced because I was feeling frantic to get it out. I appreciate your time and talents, but this piece will stand unedited for now. It captured moments for me.


  • queenie
    March 26

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    there are a few good things about this but the best is that it is heartfelt. it conveys a very realistic story as well as the strength of a young oerson.thanks for entering this contest.


  • HereComesTheSun
    February 8

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    thank you for writing this and overall this was really well done and you really could tell the piece of emotion and truth in this. well done

    thanks for writing


  • AbidoodleCullen
    January 25
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    This is such a great write!
    Thanks for entering and good luck!
    <3 Abi


  • Nangaleema
    January 8

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    truth is stranger than fiction.
    this is a remarkable story. i was on the edge of my seat reading the whole poem. it is a long poem - but did not feel long at all. then when i got to the author's notes and realized it was based on a true story i was flabbergasted. i can't believe you had to go through all of this. i think that finding out that what you think is truth really isn't or that loved ones in your life have decieved you - even with the best intentions - is one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with but especially a child of only 15. heart wrenching. i am sending best wishes your way. you have been through so much. i wish you peace and happiness. thank you so much for sharing your story. - NANGALEEMA


  • alco
    January 3

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    What horrible happening for a child to endure. To be told your Mother was deceased and your Father abandoned you, only to later find out it was all a lie. I know you truly feel you understand why your Aunt & Grandma did what they did, no doubt they felt it was in your best interest. I guess I disagree with them. No offense intended. Your Mom was (is) your Mom and your Dad was (is) your Dad, and it was their God given right to raise you. No parent is without fault, but that doesn't give someone else the right to play God and take that child away from her parents.
    This hits close to home, as my son's Father & paternal Grandmother have been making kidnapping threats to take my son someplace far away where I'd never find him. It scares the hell out of me.
    My hope for you is that although what has happened will forever be etched in you brain, that you will rise above it all & try to do what's best for you. If you have a family of your own now, strive to provide the security for your children which your own life has lacked.
    You did a wonderful job with such a personal write, and are a very strong woman for being able to put it out there for all of us to read.
    ~Monica ♥♥♥


  • Ademon
    January 3

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    Believe it or not the poem is just perfect the way it is....I can't imagine something like this ever happening, God Bless your rested Grandma's soul. I really loved this...I honestly hate long poems, but wow, this tale of your life aboslutely amazing, it's beautiful to the 'T'!!!


  • jamiedoring
    January 2

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    "I love them all. Its nuts"

    That speaks volumes of the person you are.

    You have obviously searched deep into your soul to find the "whys" and then I assume you either came to the conclusion (or will some day) that the "whys" dont live inside of you.

    Your poetry is beautiful....however reading this tells me that its actually your soul that is beautiful....just so happens you write damn good poetry! Thank you for sharing such a deep and profound look into this, your private window revealing the house which you live in.

    Your strength and character proves to be amazing. I feel like a strong woman, full of pride and power...I read your story....and I am humbled.

    God Bless.

    Jamie

  • Snowtigeress
    January 2

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    excellent

    I dont think it needs tuning but who am I. Definately, not a poet. Its your words, your life, your feelings. HUGS


  • righteousme
    January 2

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    this came out good. i think you could go on with it. but i am sure it will get to wherever it is it needs to be. for you. to feel so. ... i love you... all the crazy ... its just what family is and does ... look at us all now ... the past will always be in us ... we move with it like that ... but always know that your future holds me ...
    love you ! unconditionally! YOUR REAL LIFE SISTER AiM


    • BehindTheShadow
      January 2
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      Yes, I could go on with it. On and on and on. With a zillion pieces exploiting every crazy aspect in my life from days long gone. But everyone has a story, and many much more fucked up then mine (and yours). You gotta get over it to move on and you gotta move on to get over it, and this piece was just another step in a long journey from getting over it to moving on...


  • Ziola
    January 2
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    wow that was excellent, you told your story perfectly, im in awwww...

  • pelo801
    January 2
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    that's a really odd story. but a really good telling of it.


  • tumultuous
    January 2
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    clappies

    didn't come through!


  • tumultuous
    January 2

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    impressed

    it flows and tells a story. it took me there.
    i've tried to do something like this with my story, and it didn't even come close to working as well as this.
    oohh life.
    nice write. (of course)

  • angeldreams
    January 2

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    .very well written.
    it's really sad what you have gone through.
    and it's difficult to survive knowing that all this has been done by your own people, even though they meant good for you. world would have been much simpler if grown ups could understand things the way kids do, innocently!
    but then the good thing is that things are looking up for you now. hope you are living a happy life and making up for the time you and your dad weren't together.
    my good wishes are their with you.
    god bless you and your family.


  • Shadow Life
    January 2

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    Wow.

    It's very difficult to believe that someone could put a child in the middle of such a battle. I really like the poem. Thought-provoking and seriously emotional.


  • hawkeslake gold member
    January 1

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    The really awful thing is that even five-year-olds can handle the truth better than finding out later their lives have been a lie... too often adults lie to protect themselves from having to deal with the pain the child would of course experience. But pain isn't always bad; sometimes it helps us to become stronger, and sometimes it just warns us that something is wrong and we must take care of it... I think this poem is just wonderful as it is, and that you should keep writing about your life. You may find others like you to give you support, but more importantly, you help to educate all of us. Thank you for writing.


  • SimplyNoodle
    January 1
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    Wow hun very heart wrenching. Writtin wonderfully


  • insideinsanity
    January 1

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    Holy cow.

    o.o

    I don't even know where to begin with this. Let me think about it and come back.

    Regardless, what a story. Insane.


  • karma-n-peace
    January 1

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    I strongly believe that when people write from their heart and their own experiances that it's not my place to advize any change.
    I will say that it has a great rhyme and is a heartbreaking story, but I think you already know of heartbreak this holds.
    I have a tendancy to get very.... passionate about this subject.
    I am so sorry you were stolen from your mom and dad and that you will never know the actual honest to goodness truth about your parents.
    In my opinion it is not ever in the childs best interest to steal them away, even if it's to be with family that should at least be allowed the truth rather than lies of a mothers death and fathers abadonment.
    How awful it must have been for you that night; to hear your mothers dead and father took off then again to find out they were really around all those years.

    Good for you though in being gratful for the love of your grandma and aunt.
    Too many children aren't even allowed that.

    Such a moving write!

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