Under the guise of the woman she thought she'd known,
Unaware of the journey, her path to be honed.
A modern day Witchcraft, it's mastery unfurls,
As the winds of change beckon to reshape her world.
With each passing moon, a transformation begins,
A subtle shift within, as her essence thins.
Her body a canvas, where hormones collide,
A metamorphosis within, where secrets reside.
Amidst the chaos, she must still don her facade,
Operate with grace and the confidence she once had.
For she cannot disgrace her reputation's tether,
As a woman she must be seen to keep it together
From the depths of uncertainty, she emerges anew,
Embracing the cycle and her body's new cues.
For in the alchemy of change, she finds her true power,
A goddess reborn, in her finest hour.
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