Become

New year. New dreams. New fears. Shackled by a future that is uncertain of promises. The fear Of losing the pages, the years of poetry stenciled on a heart that is too afraid to believe In the tenacity of her talents. Shaken by a world with too many “if’s” And not enough “when’s.” But she has dreams That only this new year Can cultivate Into months, days, and moments Of hope filled beauty. She’ll believe in a plan that was not designed by her But rather by the creator of the fires that ignite her bones Into life. She’ll dream of a year Where her body can run races again And cross finish lines with knee caps Stronger than any mountain top. She’ll run endlessly, painlessly, but most importantly: Fearlessly. She’ll dance to the hymn of a new day. Because rhythm is the sunrise of her soul And her passion Is the sunset. Always breathtaking, Never disappointing. She’ll be courageous, Laughing the demons of tomorrow away. She’ll be unstoppable, With a heart that can consume this world like a furnace. So she won’t ever change. But rather, She’ll pray that The world will change To give her the chance To be But more importantly To become.