Evolving Emotions: Never Quite Right

A strange place

The table isn’t quite situated

On the once whole tiling

Proper is the word

The smell that once greeted me

Feels out of place

Inside my lungs, it is a stranger

What has become of

The inhabitants

Which I thought I knew?

Nothing could’ve prepared

My mind, my body

For this upheaval 

Guttural

Inconceivable

Quaking

In the now fractured life

I stubbornly live

My arms crave a rope

My feet, solid ground 

Unsatisfied is the word

This bizarre, unsatisfying abode

Which I once called home

Is now alien

With a peculiar look

And paint laced with difference 

Will things return

To the gaps in my head?

Will I find peace

And solace in the disruption?

Nothing will take its original form

The form has shifted

The feeling has shifted 

My perception has crossed

Into a foreign land

Unbeknownst to me

This is only the beginning