Their World

Unattached I gaze at the buzz around me
So much pain and hurt I feel set apart
I am unable to relate with you and your world. Their world.
My world is racked, that is, it is racked from your view.
Welcome, welcome to my norm, join the population
I live nowhere, no location finds me peace
Pulling away, I create a gap.
As I go.  As I travel this road I am feeding.
Feeding this separation. I left my soul behind.
It roams in the space between me and you
My spirit knows I belong there-with you
Every time I leave. I feel it drift the further I go.
Each step is as if a drop, a drop of my soul flees
Flees to its being.  And I . I cry to realize. I ache to feel.
I am not my souls home.  I do not have a soul.
[It doesn't feel at home inside me.]
My soul has left me.
It went on a journey perhaps it will return someday
Ready for another round...I hope it returns.
I must win it back.
Provide it a safe haven.  A place to rest.
It fears I will shatter.  And it will be left prey.
Vulnerable in a world where it does not belong.