Have you never whispered prayers that should have been yelled?

Traced lines on your fingertips,

wondering if they are a map

leading you to life’s simple questions like

why you are here

and why now?

 

Made figures out of clouds and hoped the others see it too?

melted in the heat of anthers love?

Have you never tasted the salt of your own tears,

washed the hurt in your heart with more hurt?

 

I ask because it feels as though I am an island

surrounded by Countries and Cities

wishing to merge with the masses

instead I am a piece of it, floating away

 

I ask, because if the answer is yes,

then we are all more alike than we know.

and the feeling of being alone

must be of my imagination.