𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 "where are you from?"
the voice says home, but where is home?
i watch, from above, as my tongue turns to sandpaper
my lips sewn shut
my voice trapped behind bars, caged in,
trying to get out, hot bile in my throat
and i force out, a harsh whisper, if only to make it end,
"home"
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 pucker, the word is a lemon
the waves come, churning, a thunderstorm at midnight,
from my stomach, stretching, devouring, swallowing my brain
i gasp, a sea rushes in, taking over, and i'm imprisoned,
a message in a bottle, tumbling, turning
i ask myself, where arm i from?
where do i belong?
the voice says, everywhere... and nowhere
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, i know deep in my heart,
i do belong somewhere
i belong with my friends,
the people i love
𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 the slivers of shattered jade in my heart
meets the creatures of land and sea,
and the sun paints the land gold and green, shimmering off arching
reaching, silvery towers, touching the sky
𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 the music and art is
and where i am, simply, myself...
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 what,
where,
who,
i know, deep in my soul...
𝘪
belong
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