She came into herself
By picking up the pieces of who she once was;
The pieces she once thought she had to leave behind.
She started with her kindness,
Often criticized for it.
Her strength and her weakness.
Next was her rebellion.
A volatile streak others tried to tame.
The sensitivity for which she was chastised,
Even by the people she held dear.
The same sensitivity that would become a power,
Once she learned how to wield it.
The physical attributes
She thought she had to hide,
She embraced and showed off with pride.
She took all these pieces
And she sewed herself back together
Like a work of Frankenstein.
And when she finished
She stood back and marveled,
At the radiance from within her
In which so brightly shined.