Change is coming, the poems are here
Filtering thoughts and pouring out fear
Unknown situations and exciting paths
Written in cursive, like wonderful maps.
Jewels are hidden and locked tight
X marks the spot, but you’ll dig for life.
Remember it’s only what is or what’s not
Then they will find you ready or not
She’ll shake, shiver, and pretend to bleed
Then she’ll laugh and cry in honesty
She’ll want to explore and chase it down
Instead she waits for the acceptance sound.