Borrowed Ground

Some places were never meant to become home.

Only shelter.

A place to survive

until life could begin again.

Yet survival has a quiet way

of becoming familiar.

We learn its language.

We arrange our days around it.

We stop asking

if there is more.

Perhaps the greatest risk

isn't standing at the edge.

It's forgetting

we were never meant

to live there.

Maybe the life you're longing for

doesn't begin

with finding firmer ground.

Maybe it begins

the moment you realize

you've been standing

on borrowed ground.