She entered the world, soft as a sigh,
Eyes wide open, reaching for the sky.
Tiny hands, filled with hope and grace,
In a world too vast, she found her place.
First steps wobbled, but never did fall,
Curious heart, she heard life’s call.
Laughter bright like the morning sun,
She grew with each day, becoming someone.
Seasons changed, and so did she,
A child’s heart but eyes that see.
Dreams danced like stars at night,
She chased them all, holding tight.
Tears fell too, like summer rain,
But from each storm, she rose again.
Strong and fierce, yet soft inside,
A mix of light and dark collide.
Now she stands, older, wise,
With stories etched behind her eyes.
Not broken, but beautifully scarred,
A warrior’s soul, both tender and hard.
From first breath to now, she's grown,
A girl no longer, but on her own.
Carrying all the past has sown,
Into a future still unknown.
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Her Journey, Her Story
PoetryThis is the tale of a girl, from her first breath to the woman she has become today. Through joy and sorrow, triumph and heartache, she has learned, grown, and changed. This poetic journey follows her steps-big and small-that have shaped her life. I...
