Otherworldliness

Here I am
Standing amidst roots
Where I belong.
Yet I can so feel
The alieness
It is somewhere else
I belong.
I try to escape
Through music
In moon
In visions
In prosodic.
But I know
It is here that I stand
Comfortable in my skin
Able to comprehend.
Yet it is
Somewhere else
Where I sit.
River, hills, blue Street
Lush greens required
Not busy street.
How I hate city.
How I crave
For the forest.
But I have an injury
Some wild animal
Bit my leg
To be healed
In this city!
Probably
I should carry my scar
Like a tattoo.
Only the wound
Doesn't dry.
It gets widened
Every hour.
The pain
I carry proudly.
It is in me
It flows
The otherworldliness.