As I sail soft currents
I’m blown by a change of winds
Attracted within magnetic fields
My being disintegrates
Torn between East and West
Shaken to the core
I attempt to recollect broken pieces
Of my estranged self
Scattered in each corner of the world
Seeds of my cells take root
Divided into one
This madness has become
My sanity, my every sense
Storms of intense emotions
Mirror my true image
Drifted on high and low tides
In love or in loneliness
I stretch my hands reaching out
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© 2016 Essama Chiba
Image Source (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) 2009 Alice Popkorn