She was a child with hopes and dreams,
full of ideas bursting at the seams.
Then came life,
trials and strife,
wicked souls with intricate schemes.

She was a teen with angst and rage,
full of negative experiences that filled up her cage.
Then came time,
cogs click and bells chime,
lessons learned with the coming of age.

She is an adult with past lives on her mind,
full of thoughts and words she confined.
Then came perspective,
a call and directive,
a pen rewrites her name until it's refined.

BY: J.M.M.POWELL

© J.M.M.Powell