I have changed.

Silk to stone,
a decision not of my own.
A load unseen,
a stress untold.
Too heavy to lift,
not so to uphold.
A face newly painted,
a job well glossed.
Those unacquainted with the old,
not knowing the novelty.
Neither false nor forged,
no charade in play.
Worry and concern,
a constant thought.
I am me,
new and old.
The balance of she,
not yet fold.
I have changed,
this I see.
But both are she,
and she is me.