She never wanted it to come
The day of dread
Like a hurricane, she feared
It would change her
Though in reality, it couldn’t
Her metamorphosis
Happened long ago
Always free from the fear
Her shackles were self made
In her imaginary aged dungeon
New spirits haunt her soul
Releasing her energy from
shadows in her mind
Encouraging her to be inspired
Hoping to always be inspirational.
Babs Work In Progress 