For Her

Like a butterfly, she has evolved Like the seasons she has changed and found herself Season by season, Bit by bit But no one knows that They know her as the carefree happy Woman But not the journey They know she is strong but not the extent She is the heroine my mother told me tales about under the moon And like the moon, she went through phases Gracefully even though it seemed like she was missing parts Parts she kept a secret Like a tornado She’s powerful And leaves a mark wherever she goes A misunderstood mark of newness But that’s what makes her phenomenal