I am So proud of Who I’ve become Who I’ve always been I am someone Who is Flexible Not malleable Bendable Without breaking Resilient And ever changing
Reflecting on The path I’ve Blazed The ground I Lit on fire To forge a way out For myself I had to Nurse My own wounds At the end of the day No one is Really there To fix it all For you
It’s as if I had to spill myself All over the floor In order to sort Out what was me And what was foreign
There was so much time Where I only saw grey In my eyes
But It’s been a year And the cherry blossoms Are beginning to bloom The spring sun is warming My face It’s as if my monochrome Has had rainbows Put in its place
I’m in love With the life I have designed I have hope For a future That’s unmistakably Mine