In the shadows I lived now these days I'm far from it. I see the world remains with color not so much happy ever after. My skin much tougher. Inside the little girl is there. Finding her again. Wild with no care not brushing her hair. Just daydreaming, entertaining, playing. Music still fills the soul, singing. Listen to the lyrics I'm much like them. Speaks to me, it is understanding. I write poetry writing truth and stories. I give and listen to others who need a little pick me up. I'm her. It's who I am.