Moving On

Could i but turn around and leave,
Acknowledge nothing of that past i lived,
Surely I will do so; I will change everything I was,
See a new day dawning, forget all yesterdays,
And start afresh. But no, that cannot be;
No life unfinished has that choice, no shell
Dented by bumps and scrapes could scars deny.
Rather, like a tree rebarking everyday,
All days forward must show that I am new.