Poem: Becoming More

In the quiet folds of time’s embrace,
I stand before the mirror of grace.
Not the same as I was before,
But more than I could have ever hoped for.

The winds of change may howl and roar,
Yet within me, I find a door.
A space to grow, to stretch, to rise,
Where wisdom blooms beneath new skies.

With every crack, with every scar,
I shine a little brighter, like a star.
In moments dark, I learn to see
The strength that lives inside of me.

The caterpillar sheds its skin,
To fly, to soar, to begin again.
So too, I shed my doubt and fear,
Embracing who I’m meant to be, right here.

For change is not a loss, but gain,
A dance in joy, a release of pain.
Each step, each shift, each turn of fate,
A chance to build, to heal, to create.

I trust the path, though it’s unknown,
For through each trial, I have grown.
The beauty lies not in the end,
But in the strength I find, my friend.

Always becoming, always more,
A journey vast, an open door.
With every dawn, a brand new start,
I rise anew, with open heart.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie