Hyphenated life

That little line –
seemingly inconspicuous
a connection across two cultures.

Two continents

In reality more of an awkward break,
an irreconcilable void ocean wide,
an empty ache and eternal non-belonging.

What land does my soul cry for in its homesickness?

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  1. Ooh… this hurts deep in the visceral layer of my being. Thank you for naming this so powerfully. Suddenly makes sense of the recurring uncomfortable dream I have of panic when I have sold my home and moved on, deeply regretting the decision soon after… only to wake with a flood of relief I am still here in my little house in Adelaide where I have literally put down thousands of roots… my garden family holding me tentatively to a sense of place.

  2. Ooh – that hurts deep in my visceral being. Thank you for capturing the feeling so powerfully. Suddenly makes sense of a recurring dream I have of moving on from my current home and then being overwhelmed with panic and regret, trying everything to reclaim it… waking with a huge sense of relief that it was just a dream. I have literally put down thousands of roots here that provide me with a tenuous sense of belonging to a place but so fragile….

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