I stare at myself in pictures throughout a lifetime wondering who I am and where I belong. Not here. I am with people I call "family" but I am alone. In a world of strangers.
I feel no connection. Nothing. My soul in constant reach. Unable to make contact.
My people are across the sea. In another time and place.
Those around me fade into the background as I gaze into the distance.
Always searching the horizon for something I know not of.
Humanity in my bones. They ache. As a stranger in a foreign land.
I wait. For what. I do not know.
My son, please land somewhere grand. God give us a home.