stranger

I am a stranger even in my own house, even in my own skin.

Breaking in the middle, I walk into the snow drift hoping to be lost.

Insufficient in what I speak, I am learning to leave.

It never mattered much those haunting cello strings congesting the air I breathe.

I am a stranger to you, to all as I travel aimlessly.

I am a stranger that waits for the moment I can recognize myself in this need.

Only when the blood gushes from my hands as I beg on my knees can I see.

I am a stranger whose voice echos in the dusk.

My face a blur, my soul in constant stir.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

WOW. you write with great imagery and descriptiveness. I really enjoyed this, it's a gripping write.

[AKhaus]

thank you so much

[R.E. Ray]

A powerful and genuine poem about self-discovery, especially the pain and frustration we often suffer in our journey. You also convey the comfort we seek and often find in anonymity, the peaceful place where we can reflect and chart our path from darkness to light, though often a lonely path. Nice work.

[AKhaus]

thank you for understanding