The Art of Becoming

~ The Art of Becoming ~

Some days,
the ache to change hums loud beneath my skin—
a quiet panic
as if I must bloom faster
or risk being left behind.

So I lie down among the flowers,
not as someone who’s figured it out,
but as someone worn thin
from pressing so hard
to be better, to become more.

The sun rests its hand on my cheek.
The breeze slips inside my ribs
and reminds me:
becoming doesn’t answer to urgency.
It unfolds in its own time.

Around me,
every petal opens by degrees,
not from striving,
but from surrender—
not by force,
but by listening to the light.

And for a moment,
I remember:
it isn’t about becoming someone else.
It’s about softening
into who I already am—
with more truth,
more grace,
and the courage to let go,
and receive.