She used me as the spark, the push to begin,
To try new things, to shed her old skin.
Yet why couldn't we rise and grow as one?
Why am I the shadow when her journey's begun?

Was I the weight that held her in place,
The tether that slowed her eager pace?
She blossomed beyond, while I stayed the same,
Left wondering if I’m the one to blame.

She never changed when we walked side by side,
But now she blooms with the world open wide.
Was I the barrier she needed to break?
A fleeting chapter, a step she’d forsake.