Belonging
I have come to find that familiarity is not belonging.
An overwheliming sense of inauthenticity with those
who say they know me best. My own blood.
A deep sense of belonging and a welcomed sigh of relief with those
for whom my walls fall. Not my blood.
I wonder if I'll always feel a pull between two lives.
Tell me - where is home? Rather, who is home?
For never in my life have I believed more strongly that
Familiarity is NOT belonging.
12/28/18
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