Wanderer 

They call me a wanderer

Never quite found my place

and I’m as lost as I’ve ever been.

Looking for signs

like there may be one

just for me…

there never is.

No one is talking,

no one is listening,

but everyone is

and it’s all too loud.

My mind is rush hour

My mind is a traffic jam

My mind…

 I can’t give it a name.

My heart was once my navigation

until it broke

Now I’m playing it all by ear

and I’m telling you

turn down the bass,

my core is deaf.

I’ve tuned it all out

and now I can’t tone it down.

There’s a faint sound of music

somewhere in the distance,

but it hasn’t been my song

and it hasn’t been my station

for the longest time.

I sing like I still know the words

but I don’t…

I’m only going by the rhythm

and the way it never stops

shaking me.

  Stephanie Bennett-Henry ©2016