Adoption Alone

Birth certificate a ghost in my hand,

Erased roots, I don't fully understand.

Echoes of a surname I can’t own,

Searching for my flesh, feeling unknown.

Adoption papers, my lineage sold,

Heartache untold, silence grows cold.

Roots transplanted, but the soil don't sing,

A bird in a cage, clipped its own wing.

Isaiah Koolstra, a shadow in the mist,

Family tree fractals, the names don’t exist.

Roots rerouted, streets can’t guide me,

Answers in the wind, they just ride free.

Late-night battles with identity’s mirror,

The face I wear couldn’t look any clearer.

Writing my name feels foreign, estranged,

A borrowed monologue, never rearranged.

Mom’s eyes or Dad’s smile, questions cursed,

DNA lines rewritten from the first.

Footsteps falling where no kin walked,

Silent history’s the one I stalked.

Adoption papers, my lineage sold,

Heartache untold, silence grows cold.

Roots transplanted, but the soil don't sing,

A bird in a cage, clipped its own wing.