
I was born here,
But is this my home?
If it is—if it must be—
Then why doesn’t it feel like so?
When I travel,
I don’t feel like an outsider
As much as I do in my own hometown.
Yet when the flight lands back here,
I feel as though my heart is a jewel
Being placed back into its safe box
Like this land is two open palms
That await my arrival
And spread to embrace me
Into eternal safety.
I must accept
That I am forever torn
Between being from but not of,
Being part here and part elsewhere.
I cannot really express how similar I feel! this feeling .. was like a ball of wool all tangled but always there. you just put it in words! thank you 💝💝🤗🤗
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