Wandering

I’ve lived a life that hasn’t been easy,

A quiet storm that’s lived inside me.

I’m not from here, nor from there,

A wandering soul, too lost to care.

I’ve worn masks that never quite fit,

Played the part, though I don’t admit—

That the family I call my own,

Is a puzzle I’ve never truly known.

Each smile they gave me, I gave back,

But something in me always lacked.

A place to land, a sense of home,

A truth I couldn’t call my own.

They’ve built a world I can’t claim,

A house of stories, not my name.

Yet I stayed, I stayed and I lied,

Wishing for a place where I could hide.

But the heart knows what the mind won’t say,

And the truth comes clearer every day.

I’ve loved this life, though it’s not been kind—

And still, I search for the ties that bind.

A life not mine, yet somehow dear,

I’ve lived it all, and still, I fear—

That one day, I’ll find the truth I seek,

And know the life I’ve yet to speak.