Mad Mostly

In a cradle of dreams, where innocence lay,
A girl took her first breath at the break of day.
Her eyes wide with wonder, her heart pure and bright,
Unaware of the shadows that crept in the night.

As the years wove their tales through the threads of her life,
She faced every storm, every struggle, and strife.
With a spirit unbroken, though trials were tough,
She learned to be stronger, she learned she was enough.

Each challenge she conquered, each hurdle she leapt,
Were steps on a journey her soul had prepped.
With every triumph, a piece of her power reclaimed,
Her heart grew more fierce, her spirit untamed.

But with power regained, came whispers and lies,
From faces familiar with envy in their eyes.
They questioned her worth, sought to tear her apart,
Yet she held her ground with a resolute heart.

Family and friends who once stood by her side,
Turned shadows of doubt, with intentions to deride.
Their words like daggers, their actions unkind,
Yet she sought her own truth, the strength in her mind.

Through the noise and the clamor, she found her own voice,
A melody of courage, her own inner choice.
She realized at last, amid whispers and din,
The only voice that mattered was the one from within.

With a heart full of fire, she stood tall and proud,
No longer afraid, no longer cowed.
A woman emerged, from the trials of her youth,
A beacon of power, of strength, and of truth.