Belonging

Passing by...born in one place move to another, roots left behind along with loves and oceans and palm trees.

One life grafted into another.

I'm not here nor there -always in between.
More so, as I grow older the more I long to be where I truly belong, not where I was born but where my reborn soul is meant to be -heaven. 

Not pushing the piece of my life into the wrong puzzle, nor ever feeling displaced, a stranger no more -truly home sweet home -forever.