Change...

First, it's the joy of the parents
Then the endurance of the mother.
After that, the cry as the babe takes its first breath.

A few years pass and the chlid is running,
two more children run with her.
They laugh as they fall into the grass,
their mother watching from the kitchen window,
their father on the other side of the world, like always.
And unknown to the children,
the good world their mother showed them was only a glimpse of the black, sick, and tormented world that was really there.

Another few years and the eldest is now in school.
She is afraid and there is no promise of comfort.
The other children get along, but not with her.
She wanted to move, but she had to be strong.
Her sisters would soon be in school too.

Another amount of time passed and she had matured,
but there was problems to this.
Her family fell apart and shifted.
With each shift, she broke;
with each break, the heart within her grew darker.
And she did everything to save her siblings,
for now she had more than two.

Fast forward six years and you have her now.
Sixteen with more scars than most.
But willing to fight, she unleashed all she was on those who harmed her.
Finally, after feeling compressed for so long,
she felt beautiful, intellegent, and worth more than their words.
Finally, she felt free.

From womb to now,
She went through much.
Her heart was broken and mended,
her mind shredded and healed,
her soul bent and snapped,
and now she is here.
She has changed....