Change
She's changed,
softer.
Not soft.
Less harsh.
Still has jagged edges
but they don't seem
as sharp
as they used to be.
If I didn’t know better
I’d say
she has mellowed,
But in reality,
I think
she is stronger.
She has
become
what she was always meant to be,
Content in her skin
Feeling her heart beat
slow
and
strong.
Steady.
She knows who she is
and no longer
tries to hide it
or be
what others expect her to be.
Instead,
she lives who she is.
Maybe she hasn’t changed
so much as grown
and grown
and refused
to stop
growing.
Softer?
Harder?
It’s who she is.
