In the Crucible of Becoming

In the heart of modern society's rush and rumble,
Emerges a girl, on the precipice of womanhood's tumble.
A journey etched by joys, fears, laughter, and tears,
A metamorphosis, shaped by passing years.

Invisible chains of expectations bind,
Unseen cages formed by a societal mind.
"Be strong, yet gentle, silent, yet heard,
Invisible, visible, follow the herd."

The mirror reflects a thousand faces,
Each a persona society embraces.
"Too loud, too quiet, too thin, too round,
In the eye of judgment, fault is found."

On one hand, a beacon of resilience, they say,
On the other, an object of desire, on display.
Deconstructed, reconstructed, in the public's sight,
A woman's worth measured in terms of might.

She is told to reach for the stars in the night,
Yet burdened with shadows, hidden from the light.
Earning less, yet giving more,
In the scales of justice, the imbalance bore.

Amidst the turmoil, the hardship, the strife,
A woman's spirit comes to life.
Resilient in the face of challenge, undeterred by the unknown,
She forges her path, her strength has grown.

In the crucible of becoming, a woman is shaped,
Her essence untamed, her spirit undraped.
Her laughter, a rebellion, her tears, a river,
In the face of adversity, she does not quiver.

A woman's journey, a tale of resilience,
A testament to her iridescent brilliance.
For every hardship faced, every societal shroud,
Her voice rises, fierce and loud.

Against the odds, she stands tall,
In the dance of life, she answers the call.
Her spirit aflame, her dreams in flight,
A woman she becomes, in her own right.

S.W