The flightiness of youth,
Surrendered in years since,
Has formed a new creation
Ready for whatever lies ahead.
With feet touching the ground,
She is firmly planted in her life;
Comfortable at last
In her own shoes.
Lessons have been learned,
Teachers have faded;
Leaving only Life to be lived,
And her memories.
Those she will have to keep
Close to her heart;
To rely on the wisdoms of the past
That guided her to her own path.
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