Who am I?
I know I can't be the person I was anymore. But I liked who I was. What if I don't like the person I must become?
I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel calm. Both feelings are because I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California.
"O For a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention."