She was fearful of the crepuscule,

The shadows that danced through it.

Its wicked chased her all around;

At club, home, and school.

 

The voices grew daunting,

Left her without escape.

Her brain began to prohibit confidence.

She fell victim to the taunting.

 

Her image crumbled

As she felt her heart shatter.

Persecuted by various struggle.

 

Seven years passed and a world later,

That girl has mended her soul.

I cultivated my pieces,

As life guided me as my educator.

 

I would never be

Strong, confident, compassionate

Without the pain of my past.

The crepuscule is where I discovered me.

 

My image rebuilt,

As I experienced hardships,

Now my dreams shall not be tilt.

 

For the girl I was,

No one can truly break you.

For the woman I am,

Here’s a round of applause.