London Poem: Day 18

4 September

Moving to grow.
I’ve become the same person
over different oceans.
Growth comes in varrying forms
But, is it simply
Attributed to movement?
Without comfort and,
Without home,
The sense of change blossoms
Without effort.
How does one witness themselves away from familiarity?
Fragmented selves become
As expectation hides the unchanged.

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