Between my home and the place I live

There is a river.

The river is soot and ash,

Yet, somehow, it sustains life.

Between my heart and those I love

There is a river.

The river is crushed glass,

But many attempt to cross it.

Between my life and the life that I know

There is a river.

The river is a lie,

But I still believe in it.

Between my reality and yours

There is a river.

The river has no sides,

But you still claim to be on the right one.