Orphan Soul, behind breasts long grown, retreating, remembering her youth.
Ribbons twisted, once around long brunette curls, now embracing thighs that have chased adventure and carried a heavier womb.
Orphan Soul still housed behind an aged smile, still excited by stars, owning a softer voice, acknowledging her freedom.
Butterflies once filling her belly, now thrilling elsewhere, skin that has waited too many decades for a cosmic connection to reignite foreign flames within her heart.
Orphan Soul aware now of her purpose in this world, no longer searching for answers in the skies, now seeing planets in her pupils and galaxies on her wrists, the cosmos inside.