She Has Changed

In the realm of surreal, where whispers take flight, I stand, a weaver of words, spinning webs in the night. A mirror to the soul, a reflection of the heart, I share my truth, my wisdom, in this humble work of art.

Change, a force unyielding, a constant, yet unseen, A fabric woven tight with threads of dreams in machine. It wraps us in its mystery, its strength and gentle grace, A challenge to the timid, a gift for the brave face.

My kiddie mini dresses, a symbol of my past, A time when life was simpler, its lessons cast. But change, it comes a-calling, with wisdom in its wake, A better dress I seek now, for the queen that I'll make.

Not everyone is kind, nor everyone true, But we know the difference 'tween right and wrong, it's true. If shadows cloud our vision, obscure the path we tread, Perhaps it's time to leave behind the ones who misled.

For change, it comes with choices, and paths that we must choose, The right ones lead to freedom, the wrong ones we must lose. So step out from the darkness, leave behind the dungeons old, Embrace the new and wondrous, a story yet untold.

In this realm of surreal, where whispers take their flight, I've shared my truth, my wisdom, in this humble work of art. The power of the change, the strength of maturity, The gifts that wait for those who embrace their destiny.