No one tells you

That when you move away

And start again

That you get to start again.

It sounds obvious, but no one mentions it.

In a new land, you can be someone new.

No one expects

No one knows.

But if you don’t know,

You’ll be the same.

You’ll make the same mistakes

And you’ll fail to grow.

A dead seed stuck in the same patterns

With the same people.

Oh, but you can change.

Of course you can!

You can be new.

New!

Who knew?

Not you.

So it takes move after move to realise

That when you move

You choose.

Actions and words.

Words and people.

You choose who to be

Who they see

Who.

And before long,

(Before love),

You’re someone new

Covering something old

Because you’ll always be

That old you.

Even when encased in something new.

So your new skin grows cracks

And the old beauty within shines through.

And the mistakes, they shine too.

Until you leave your new land

And go back home.

And you realise

Home is no longer there,

But the place from which you run.

And nobody tells you.