Never Whole
I dig my toes into the sand,
breathe the air of my fatherland,
salt air holds a sense of healing,
too long, I've waited for this feeling.
Now I'm on a mountainside,
snowflakes drifting in my eyes,
the air is crisp, the view is grand,
too long, I've missed my motherland.
My life's a droll dichotomy,
half my heart across the sea,
Southern born, yet Alpine bred,
white cross on a flag of red.
Divided always, never whole,
two homelands tear apart my soul,
a Southern girl, also half-Swiss,
can never find the place I fit.
Back and forth 'cross oceans roam,
no place ever feels like home,
in my dreams, my german's fluent,
all my life's been incongruent.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
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