As I walk along my way,
On a warm July day,
A familiar voice calls to me,
Whispering my name.
 
“We’re moving!”
Two words no one ever wants to hear.
This is the fourth time my parents have done this to me.
I can’t believe this.
 
Locked in my room, I cry to myself,
Thinking of all I will lose,
The pain of leaving my friends and everything that means something to me.
My heart lies broken on the floor.
 
A few weeks later, the moving truck comes,
Screeching to a halt in front of the door.
The house is on boxes piled on top of each other,
Labeled with what rooms they will go to.
 
I slam the car door shut as I view out the window,
Leaving all that I know and love.
“We have a new life beginning!” exclaims my dad peering into his mirror,
As he pulls away from the old.
 
Like a fish out of water I come to my new town,
Scared out of my mind in fright.
New kids, new space, how I hate this place!
Oh, for right now that’s how it seems.
 
My broken heart is glued back together again.
Memories are being made.
Moving is not so bad after all,
As I walk along my way.