I am from the rain
Breaking the surface of the still pond
Next to the aging shack
Housing my broken soul
I am from the wind
Coming as quickly as gone
Never staying
Never finding where I truly belong
I am from childhood games
That never included me
A spectator
In life's passing parade
I am from the fire
Of my spirit
Burning with desire
To find an answer to my prayers
I am from the shadow
Creeping where people live
But never living myself
Not thought of and not wanted
I am the essence of nothing
Never wanted
Never being cared about enough
To make enemies
