Where do I belong?

I wander through spaces, yet nowhere feels mine,

The ground beneath me trembles, with the passing time.

This house feels like nothing but a shell, no warmth in it's bone,

My room whispers stranger's secrets, never my own.

I clean the corners, sweep the shadows away,

But the dust of my soul remains, refusing to sway.

I feel detached, with everything that I've ever known,

I search for haven, a place to call home.

                                                     -crystal