How did home,
so clearly imprinted in my mind,
that cocoon of happiness and friendship,
belonging to me so profoundly,
inseparable connection of doing and thought,
become that placeless
area of frozen cobblestones?
When did my home,
my all, my everything, my me
change to tremendously
that no one can recall
the distant origins of what once was
my who, my when, my how,
my entire world;
Where are the muffled voices of my existence,
once without me,
collapsing in one instant,
as I always feared?
How did my imagination vanish,
slowly at first,
but definite in the end?
When will I awake in a world of sound again?
The symphony that I
used to dance along to
all my life;
music no one will ever hear.
Years have passed,
questions persisting in my head.
Today is my after-I and as so often
My thoughts are circles around themselves.
I have come further than my mind can comprehend
Driven by dreams, thought, and fear.
A cell in a body of what everything
is, was, and will ever be.
Cohering with a billion others souls,
But always counting on who I have been.
I am sure there is a path,
I just can’t see it still.