Life for me has had some fair shares of emotional outpours where I feel like I don't belong to the world I live in.
The culture I grew up in, the principles, and the history make no sense to me nor do they touch my soul.
I feel completely detached almost as if I belong somewhere else and I know this because of the things I read, watch, or extend my knowledge in.
It is true that a home is a person or people and I know it too can be a way of life as well. I'm more passionate about the places I believe I belong to than the places I live.
The sense of belonging in a family I haven't met yet, and in a relationship with someone I've only read about in stories.
I understand what it's like being in a soul that doesn't belong in the places it graces because it's a journey that is far from where it should be.
I've seen it in my dreams, in my prayers, and in the love of God that my home is nowhere near where I am currently. It's in a place that brings more emotions than I ever knew existed, beside a King who serves God and stands by his culture, and in a place where the land is just as sacred as the words the people speak.
That's my home and until the bridge between them and me closes my prayers will always be to be one with my heart, soul, and body.
A Warrior's Queen...
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