Neither Here nor There

by Kiera Malone

For years she searched for her own little slice of freedom.
She was in desperate need of her own happily ever after,
A big open field with grass dancing in the gentle summers breeze,
The smell of fresh cut grass dominated her smell.
The image of where the beautiful bright golden sun met with the bright green grass on the horizon,
But I cannot find that peace
Neither here nor there.

Written as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops for Transition Years led by Terry McDonagh and Mary Melvin Geoghegan in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in  October 2023.