April

April, the month I trusted to be good,
The beginning of spring, the beginning of my favourite time.
A chance for life to blossom once again.
Things will go back to their old ways,
And sticking to the path that they have chosen.

April, the month I fell in love,
The beginning of then, the beginning of a new part of my life.
Surprised by the reality of it all.
The fatal push to finally step ahead,
And get up the courage to be myself.

April, the month I started to walk on my own,
The beginning of now, the beginning of independence.
Not staying silent about the truth
Knowing that things may never be the same,
And accepting the consequences.