Please tell the past it’s over

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.