If home is where I belong,
Why do I keep wandering?

Turning away,

I distance myself,
with a faltering gaze.

Time is lost between sunrise and sunset,
the days’ compress into a numbing blur.
My ghostly figure just a sulking form
staggering in the shadows.

Thousands of voices echo in my mind;
‘Who am I?’ They scream.
‘Why do I lack
a sense of belonging?’

The moments have become empty,
without your tender touch
of comfort.

With nowhere to go,
and no one to hold,
I am forced to wander
aimlessly among crowds.
An outsider in this familiar world,
looking in, and wishing for more.

But I’ve come to realize
that there will always be questions
that aren’t meant to have answers.
And that’s okay.

Because I am me.
I am myself;
and that alone,
is pretty amazing.