I feel the changes
Slow subtle shifting of the mind
What I used to want fades
Even the intensity dims
I could be someone else.
The voices that shout in my head
Quiet to low murmurs.
I am at rest and can think
I have become a tomb
For alien growths and tumors
Feeding off my energy
I am lethargic from so much
Thoughts and less exertion.
This is my entry to womanhood
I am growing into the gentle lady
My mother hoped I would be.
This is it.