When she’s in her room all alone
She begins to look within her soul

Its not that fancy dress she wears
And not the way she styles her hair

As she muses in her room
She lets go her cares, then soon

She is transportaed outside her form
Floating and musing beyond the storm

The storm of trying how to please
With her looks and with her teeze

Now she finds herself totally free
Just to be, what it is she truly sees

She touches her soul, her very self
And wonders why so long it’s been shelved

She vows to hold on to this part
And keep it deep within her heart

As she floats back to her form
Something within begins to morn

Morn the fact she cannot stay
In that place, so safe, but far away

She vows to herself she will be back
To her true self, now she’s learned the path
~Tammera

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