TheKidaEffect

I was born in between hellos and goodbyes,a suitcase heart in a foster disguise.

They passed me around like a secret too heavy,a name they forgot to steady.

Every door closed with a softer sound,each love said stay, then turned around.

I learned to make homes in temporary places,memorizing smiles on temporary faces.

They said, “you’re strong,” but that’s code for alone,and I built my worth from sticks and stone.

I tried to bloom where they forgot to plant ,to earn the love they said I can’t.

So I poured myself into every hand, hoping someone might finally understand that all I wanted was to be chosen, not borrowed, not broken, not frozen.

But love keeps leaving like it’s practiced, like I’m a chapter they skip to the last kiss.

And still I reach, heart cracked but soft, asking am I enough? or just lost?

Now I stand in the mirror, raw and real, learning the art of how to heal.

Because maybe being enough was never something they give it’s something I become each time I choose to live.