Growth

I look in the mirror

I search for the colors of my soul.

For so long all I saw was black and white

No shades of joy to behold.

Age and wisdom stripped the darkness

Revealing the light inside.

Time placed pieces of hopefulness

Chasing away the shadows and lies.

Now I see my true reflection

I hear my inner voice

It whispers sweet nothings

Drowning out the chaos and noise.

I am a worthy masterpiece

A woman, mother, queen

No doubts or fears will own me

For I’m a daughter of the King.