A New Kind of Girl

Lately I’ve been

looking in

 the mirror,

and seeing

this new girl 

Staring back

 at me.

There’s

something 

about her.

I can’t put

my finger on it.

I can see she’s

been kicked 

down before.

And pushed past

the point of 

breaking.

But she’s 

waking up

from a long haze.

And,

She’s standing

up a bit taller.

And trying 

smile more.

She’s 

walking with a 

strut now.

Ready 

to be the light 

in her own 

Life.

I can see,

She’s learning

how to love

herself again.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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