Elucidating Questions

Words around are like sharp barbs and cruel jokes.

Sending back in a direction we’re not allowed to go.

If we’re with who we’re meant to be with, then I’m meant to be entirely alone.

Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but that’s how it goes.

Still in a house that’s not my own, a borrowed room, a temporary placement again.

I wish I knew when it would be alright.

But I’m the only one who doesn’t know when.

No matter how I wonder and wish and hope,

All I ever do is watch them come and go.

The music burning in my soul, in places where I cannot express it, mouth stays closed and spirit suffocating,

I just wish I could sing.

I wish there was somewhere I could sing.