this life has tossed me around
in it's tidal waves,
and i keep finding myself
washed ashore
in a place i don't belong.
rain pelts down on me
as the sea vomits me
yet again
into another home
of which is foreign to me.
that's why
i'm still trying to stick
the shards of my soul together
with glue.
it's been so long
but again,
we are all orphans of the storm.