No Home - NaPoWriMo Day #7

No Home

I wake up with these songs in my head
and I wonder what they’re trying to tell me
or what I’m trying to tell myself.

What am I ignoring?
What am I glossing over?
I know the answers
but my fear keeps me frozen solid,
stuck within thick blocks of ice
in a land that’s always been
just a bit too slippery for me.

What if reaching for heaven
results in a fiery fall to hell?
What if every hope I’ve ever held
just holds me tight to tragedy?

What if every story
is just the very same one,
told over and over again,
sickly, cyclically,
until the storyteller
comprehends
their beginning
or their end?

Like clouds,
like satellites,
we zoom by
alone.

No destination—
no home.