| She thought of herself as a tree Uprooted from her home Rerooted in a new land Looking upon the native trees Trying to grow out of their shadows “Well, that’s not true!” She tells herself “I am a driftwood.” Floating on the ocean waves Far away from home Searching for a shore Shore that never comes | She is drifting Between the shores Between the homes Between her past and present She knows now Home is a memory It is a hope But she will never find the one she lost It is in between her memories and hopes She is drifting Away and close In between Her home |
