She is changed

She was a flame that danced so wild, A spark that ignited the world's glee. But now she's altered, a different shade, A subtle strength, a heart remade. Her eyes, which shone with laughter's gleam, Now reflect a depth, a wisdom's dream. Her smile, which was wide and free too, Now hints at secrets, known to few. She's stood in storms, and braved the night, And emerged changed, in morning light. Her way, once winding, now a steady stride, A woman, transformed, yet still, she'll glide. With each stride, she takes her place, A phoenix risen, spirit unconfined. Her voice, once a whisper, now rings clear, A woman reborn, with no fear. ~ Pramiti Mukherjee