Rootless

My life is constant upheaval: I am a fragmented diaspora

Of memories and timelines left hollow in deserted veins;

Aspirations to thrive in an unfamiliar environment withers

While calamity's indomitable grip crushes rising feelings

Spawned by a fluttering sense of belonging in my rib cage,

Everlasting dreams of growing roots dispersing into ether

Permanence became a wispy stranger in Peregrine times:

Home was no longer my place to claim, simply a building

Where family felt disjointed; perhaps friendship was but

Mere acquaintance left to desiccate in my lonely hands...

No place to settle, I've inured myself to nomadic habits,

Ready to abandon any settlement with a moment's notice

Where does my loyalty lie, but everywhere and nowhere?

I cannot claim allegiance without constructing my history;

But do itinerant souls ever find comfort in shifting abodes?

Or are we resigned to existence as corporeal tumbleweeds,

Incessantly denied the chance to cultivate tangible roots?

Perhaps my upbringing won't foster such an opportunity...