She stood before the mirror’s face,
A world of change, a shifting space.
The girl she knew was starting to fade,
As reflections whispered secrets unafraid.
Her eyes once bright, now deeply search,
For who she is, where dreams will perch.
The frame of her world, once small and clear,
Now seemed to blur as she drew near.
Questions danced upon her mind,
Who was she, what would she find?
Her heart, once light, now beat with doubt,
In a world too loud, too full of shout.
Her smile, once carefree, now seemed strained,
As she faced a world, unfeigned.
No longer just a child’s gaze,
But a search through life’s complex maze.
In dreams, she wandered, lost and found,
Searching for truths that resound.
Her laughter mixed with tears of change,
As she embraced a life rearranged.
The mirror held both hope and fear,
A glimpse of a future drawing near.
She saw the girl, but not yet the woman,
In the glass, her dreams were summon.
With every glance, she sought her way,
Through nights and days, and the light of day.
The girl she was, now intertwined,
With the woman she’s meant to find.
In the reflection, her heart would trace,
The journey of self, the trials to face.
For every change, a story spun,
In the mirror, she was becoming one.
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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...
