I am who I am. Not you nor your ordinance. I am me fully.
Year one Honeymoon. Year two reality check. Year three build anew.
Realization is a hard coconut on your head—leaves a red lump.
First downward facing dog, exhale warmer weather Is on her way soon.
Morning arrives ding, She lugs herself out of bed A zombie driving.
I square dance inside my home, our home, and in each step I search for hope.