Homecoming

Among the books
Among the pages
Thoughts of wisdom
Words of sages
Enlightened senses
Ideas flow
Hidden from prying eyes,
These pages know
What I am thinking.

White space before me
My moments are jumbled

Black pen
Ink like blood
Darkly scrawling
Across these pages
My words are humble
As I carve them
Into this paperflesh.

Voices in my head
Voices in the room?
Are they waiting
To hear my thoughts?
Are they waiting to see me
On these pages
Or to ridicule me
Or to tell me
That I am one of them?

My voice is alive on this paper
Yet remains blotted in life
Perhaps this is a homecoming of sorts,
But I find no solace here.
This homecoming is not for me.