Short Stories and Drabbles

The Place Where I belong

An Australian in japan, nothing like I've known

I could hold a golden mirror

To the city where I live, and

See the place where I belong

I wasn't born there, but where i was feels wrong.

This is my place.

This city where i wish I'd grown,

Surrounded by concrete and quartz

Falling into a world of neon and glass

The colour and power,

The quirks and the cute

This is my world, one for which I long

I don't mind the noise, not bothered by chatter,

It's a part of the scene and is precious to me

This place is so special, so bright and unique.

I only dread and wonder why I had to be

Only a traveller here, in the home of my heart

How could it be so wrong?

I must settle for travel, there's no other way

Each time that I leave, I know that some day,

It all will work out and I'll return

To this place that i belong.