03 Becoming

Something in me has been shifting Under skin and under name, Quiet as a thread pulled tighter, Bright as breath before a flame. I have felt it in the fracture; In the places left undone. Not a break and not an ending But the shape of becoming. U-turn, Bright mind; Door opens Inside. I am becoming. Not all at once, but true. Take the lost pieces; Pull wholeness into view. I am becoming. More than the wounded bruise A soul not fearing; A me I get to choose! Every storm has left its weather, Every loss has marked my frame. Still beneath the ash and static, Something steady spoke my name. Not a legend, not yet risen Not the blaze the world will see; Just the first clear note of knowing Something ancient wakes in me. Bright spark, Deep breath, Stronger Than death! I am becoming. Not all at once, but true. Take the lost pieces; Pull wholeness into view. I am becoming. More than the wounded bruise A soul not fearing; A me I get to choose! When the old world calls me broken Let it speak and pass me by. I have heard a deeper language It has shone out of my eyes. What was hidden and was waiting Once buried beneath the lies Forward now, anticipating; Let my future now arise! So much baggage I’ve left behind Shedding weight of what was once. I leave the past in little piles, Making way for what’s to come. I am becoming. Not all at once, but true. Take the lost pieces; Pull wholeness into view. I am becoming. Past the grief I moved through; Fire, not yet legend The shape of something new! Becoming; Spark to first flame. I am here, I know my name! I survived Heated soul forge, Becoming My phoenix form!