Into The Unknown Poem by Angela Wybrow

When I first saw you,
you were as quiet as a mouse;
You appeared to be trapped
inside your own little house.

Your shutters were down;
Your walls were built high,
and, relating to your struggle,
made me want to cry.

You were painfully shy;
You stood there stock still,
and I predicted a long journey
for you up that steep hill.

You were taking a trip
into the unknown,
But, since that first day,
your confidence has grown.

A few weeks on,
and you're having such fun:
It's a joy to see you
hop, skip and run.

You now raise your hand,
and have your say;
And, with the other girls,
you now happily play.

You've broken your shackles,
And left them behind;
Many exciting adventures,
You will now find.