I carry within me a sense of deprivation.

It is not tied to a single place,

Which is called home, I once left behind,

but to the absence of something believed to be universal:

The bond between parent and child.

They say home is innate,

The most primal anchor of human life.

Yet when I cut that anchor loose,

what remains is a void without substitute.

That is the thing which most people would be afraid of.