I am pieces of the puzzle,
a different frame of reference to an unseasoned world
that only knows me by my signs;
my prayers are too silent for the clanging bells.
They see my half hidden face in a fogged mist
Half broken, half burnt
They see the ghost who haunts
never the gentle smile of a human soul.
I am a different facet
an unfavored presence;
an uncomfortable invisibility
that never seems to know its place.
But roads ahead lead me to a place im wanted
my eternal citizenship
where my foreign existence
is never a tortured sacrifice.