Growth

The winds howl at the stroke of midnight

giving the little girl a fright

She notices that there is an open doorway

The light illuminating the way

Run towards it little girl

whispered a voice, just behind her curls

And ran she did

In a room, morbid

The young girl discovered her growth

Astonished at the figure of her new bodily host

Soon she found a new fear

which suddenly appeared

Anxiety, Depression, and Stress

clung to her like a newborn’s mess

She fought, struggled, then fought again

The light dimming from her view but then

A hand appeared in the sliver of light

It pulled her through with all of its might

Peace, Love, Serenity

That she soon found easily