New Places

How strange 

to be in a place where your name is never spoken

Where everyone stares 

Where you are a foreign object

A place with no comfort

A place with only uncertainty

Yet, how beautiful 

A panoramic view of a fresh landscape, virgin to your eyes

A place of endless exploration

With an infinite pool of new faces

and new stories waiting to be heard

A place with potential

The potential to open your mind to a life you never imagined

Until eventually, 

The unknown is not so scary anymore

This place no longer feels so strange

But a little more like home

This poem is about: 
Me
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