So when I began writing here I had grand dreams for what my writings would be about
It was the beginning of a new season I thought
One filled with love, hope, a sense of belonging
How far wrong I was, not even 24 hours of that ideal everything came crashing down
Each month that passes by, each day that enters my life I see a bit more of me
I am discovering a depth I never knew was there and a playful side that missed coming out
I am a woman with many firework shows to write about
I am a girl that just wants to go for a walk through the orange grove
It was the beginning of a beautiful firework show, but sitting from a different view
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