Warrior in my home country, how would I really know what homesickness is? 
Like a tree left unrooted, I hit the ground with a thud.
I remain in one place after the sudden fall. 
Often, I feel stuck. 
I long to find land.
Filled with trees of oak, that are flocked with starlings. 
I question, is there anywhere that I truly belong? 
Apart from the moon shining bright in the dullness of the night sky. 
I only ever built my fortress in other people's hearts. 
Unstable waters, I know. 
I still crave to anchor myself in what can eventually be called home. 
Now rooted in the winds of change I roam to discover I can be homesick for.