My Blooming Form

As I look in the mirror and I analyze

My self,

I no longer see the girl that needed

A stool to see herself at full

In the mirror

I no longer see the girl that sat in a car seat

Or the girl that rode her bike

With four wheels

I no longer see the girl that slept with her teddy bear

Because of fear

Or the girl that was afraid to go in the deep end of the

Pool, No I don’t

Now i see a young woman that is strong

She can sit in the front

And stand tall,with her head up

She can reach the  top shelf

She can speak for herself,because she

Is no longer that little girl

No

Now she is in the most beautiful form

Her Blooming Form.