Unanchored

Restless and floating,
A square piece in a round hole.
So many circling thoughts,
With the crushing realization of no one to moor me,
There are parts of me in so many places,
I don’t know what I have left for myself,
Who am I, except neither here nor there?
In the middle,
Dancing between what I want and what others want,
Following the current from crashing wave to crashing wave,
Rippling from what my head thinks and what my heart feels
Is there a right answer?
Where do I belong?
Will I ever escape the feeling of being unanchored?

October 2018-R1