It’s alright… You don’t have to bloom today… Some days look exactly the same, yet nothing inside is where it was. Roots are learning… what branches… cannot yet know… No applause… No audience… Only quiet courage… finding one more day… Not yet… who I’ll be… But no longer… who I was… Somewhere… between the silence… Life… is remembering me. This is… the quiet becoming. Invisible seasons… still change the trees. Winter… never asks… for permission… before transforming into spring. Small beginnings… Gentle turning… Even unseen love… keeps growing… Not yet… who I’ll be… But no longer… who I was… Somewhere… between the silence… Life… is remembering me. This is… the quiet becoming. Trust the roots… Before the branches… Trust the dawn… Before the sunrise… Trust your heart… Before the proof… … Beauty… is forming. … Colour… is coming. … Not yet… who I’ll be… But no longer… who I was… Every quiet step… is already… setting me free. This is… the quiet becoming. Nothing to prove… … Nothing to rush… … Nothing to smooth… … Everything… In its own season… … I AM… Quietly Becoming… TRUE to ME.
