Poem about Moving to a New Place

Boxes packed up like karma.
Not all the same stuff
as we moved from the last life.
Some new things, some old,
enough to feel consistency.
Enough sentimentality to tie ours lives together.
We shuffle our shells like
creatures who've outgrown them.
Have we really outgrown this shell?
Clinging to this life,
not ready to let go,
but forced by time
to move on.

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