Coming Into My Own


Looking at my reflection

 

Standing in front of framed glass

 

Running fingers gently over curves

 

Feeling blossoms which

 

Were once only buds

 

Turning in 360

 

As a flowing ballerina

 

Music flowing from the

 

Keys of my own thoughts

 

Slender legs so shapely

 

The eyes see no end

 

I have come into my own

 

Whom once was an ugly duckling

 

Locks of golden curls lying

 

Ever so gently against milky skin

 

Today is my birthday

 

I smile as I lift my dress over my head

 

It falls smoothly filling each bend

 

Satan slippers grace each foot

 

Golden beads hug a touchable neck

 

Matching dangles dripping from each lobe

 

I am no longer a child I say to myself

 

As I look one more time at my

 

Reflection smiling back at me

 

It is time, exactly as planned

 

To enter a new era

 

Walk through new doors

 

Experience my first kiss

 

I must go I hear them

 

Calling out to me

 

As I make my first entrance

 

Shadow of youth following

 

Leaving it at the door

 

As a moth becomes

 

A butterfly

 

So have I now become a woman

 

Terry Shepherd

 

03/06/2013

 

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