I was once only a
silly girl with blonde braids and blue eyes,
With a shattered
smile but with a hope that lingered,
With a love that unfolded,
then turned sour
I was once the
mousy-haired girl hurt without remorse,
Given sunshine and
rainbows but no fairy tale ending,
I was too many
times a fool to believe in change.
Help, however,
comes when you least expect it
And makes you change but – in essence – stay the
same
In the end, all I
wanted was to be loved
and I surrender
now, ‘as I realise that I am’
Says the girl ready
to become the wise woman she was probably all along.
