Emotional healing and heartache, / Her Mother coddle her as if she was / Seven years old, / Red plump cheeks, / Streams of water spilled down / Hitting the tongue in a form of / A salty back-slap of / Betrayal for not being able to / Hold it in much longer.
Words of exchange, / From one to another / Eventually, it came from others / More and more, / Enough to fill an opera theater / But were hush when people asked / They had never kissed and tell.
Days went by / As days do, opening bright / Till closing at night. / A new day to bring about challenges / of the soul, / of the mind, / Getting easier as time / Flew by. /
A new year began to settle within / Said mind, her thoughts lingered / hopeful, / humble, / mature, as red paint would have stained / A young girl's jeans turning her into / A woman.
She no longer held the smile / As veil upon her face, / In the masquerade ball, she called life. / It was genuine -- this time. / Smiling showed outside and / Inside, / Her heart beamed with happiness, / Courageousness, / And perseverance through past despair.
A proud individual hoping for a vibrant / For-longing future / With a new focus on herself, / Her passions, / Her capabilities, / And her loved ones that surrounded her whom truly / Revealed how to be fiery and strong / As the Phoenix.