Step 7 Poem

Step 7: the veil begins to lift,  

Reality begins to shift.  

The trees hum low, the stars lean in—  

A world reborn beneath the skin.  

Step 7: the path turns strange and wide,  

With riddles tucked in moonlit tide.  

But fear becomes a fleeting guest,  

When wonder dances in your chest.  

Step 7: the mirror doesn’t lie—  

You’ve grown beyond what meets the eye.  

The old you bows, the new you sings,  

And walks with fire on their wings.