Here

I've been here for so long
Wondering where I belong
Trying to get around
Wanting to be found

But never can I seem to find.      
To where I ought to bind
Myself
My belongings

There never seems to be
Any
Ground upon which
I can plant my feet

Every corner is filled
With another man
And his possessions

Every nook filled
With something strange
Every cranny occupied
By some alien

Where is my place
Among all of this
Where are the markers
Left for situations like this

If I cannot rest my head
How do I rise?
If my dignity lays beneath this rubble
How do I find it?

(c) Shaziane