Homeless

I once dreamt of what I believed defined freedom:

Freedom to choose what I want and do as I wish -

To live in foreign lands and uncharted waters,

With a tropcal island added to that list.

To have a new start every year or so

So that I can choose the "who" and "what" in me -

That is the dream that I had once dreamt.

What an innocent hope that was...

For I can now say that I have done all this -

I can say that I am free!

Yet something inside me tells me I am lacking

That part of me which defines my identity.

Because in exchange for adventure and diversity,

I gave up a life of comfort and security.

This is the struggle that we military brats know:

How it feels to live in the world

Yet have no place to call home.