Please Standby, As We Are Experiencing, A Temporary Delay (June 17, 2016)

If home is

Where

Ones heart is.

Then

Mine is

A shattered field

Of glass shards.

Haven't felt like

I belonged

To any place.

Since

I have left

My parents' place

For university

In 1990.

Feeling rootless

Like a tumbleweed

That's blown.

Across
The arid landscape

By a desert wind.

As I made

My nomadic journey

To various eastern

And southern Ontario

Communities.

Searching for

That missing

Something.

On a physical

And psychic level

From my life.

Even now

More than 10 years

Into my journey

Of self-discovery

And healing.

Still

A part of me

Feels missing.

Something vital

In the completion

Of whom

I am.

As I feel it

Rubbing against

My soul

Like a small pebble

In a shoe.

But

Unable to find

And remove

This irritating "pebble".

Leaving me

Stuck

In this moment

Of time.

Therisa © 2016