I live among my very kind,
equal in blood,
but with a different mind.
I always feel I am alone,
a tiny pebble in a pile of stone.
Silent complaints and barren demands,
I am a stranger in foreign lands.
Sleepless nights,
wandering thoughts,
entwined emotions of dreams I sought. Regions of sorrow and moments of pain, dark distant murmurs that drive me insane. Tearful eyes and signs of fear,
but in my nadir I must persevere.
On cold winter nights
and in long summer days,
I look for hope in a praiseful phrase.
Or a word of respect,
once in a while,
a cheerful laugh,
or a comforting smile.
A pat on the back,
or a shake of the hand,
signs of contentment that make me stand.
With a longing heart I opened my eyes,
and looked above at the laden skies.
I saw glimpses of memories,
in a distant village,
fading whispers,
and a shattered image.
As clouds of emotions,
roamed high above,
with the gusting wind,
I send home my love.