Walking from my former self 

and becoming one with the new

Ive had to return to the time I felt I knew all things

to my springtime of dreams

to the simplicity of knowing

where my future was lived in thought and became reality

to innocence 

to youth

Ive had to rediscover self 

remembering my springtime of dreams 

while living currently in the season of becoming

the season of  rediscovery

the season of womanhood 

the season of truth 

the season of mastership

the season of change

the season of fresh perspectives 

the season of becoming

in this ive experienced 

flowers which bloom in contrast to others

petals of vast hues 

stems of endurance 

 I am planted in this season for cultivation and growth

This poem is to... new beginnings

To endlessly reaching new heights

To my journey of Becoming

-Daija