She is not the only one

The one that is familiar with the dark closet

The one who is all too familiar with the bathroom

The one who knows how many tiles are on the floor

The one who knows how many times the faucet leaks

I am the strong one, yet so weak

I am the leader, yet for days I am lost

I have all the answers

Yet, I lay here with many questions

I look in the garage with pride

I glance at the ATM card with joy

Yet, I don’t know what it’s all about

I’m not comfortable with that

I’m supposed to be at ease with that

I don’t know how I got

Yet, I’m supposed to be at this very place

No one spoke of this place

No one told me what to do when I got there

I’m not supposed to be lost

It says right here what I’m supposed to be

But who says what I’m supposed to be

If the coldness of the tile is part of the journey

Then I have lost my way, or not my way at all

In the midst of all this quiet, I know not where to be

I’m still on the bathroom floor, so I cannot be free