Quiet Becoming
I am not who I was yesterday,
not fully who I’ll be tomorrow,
just something in between the light
and every shade I used to borrow.
The world keeps shaping me in ways
I don’t always understand,
like rivers carve the stone by time
without a plan, without a hand.
And maybe growth is just this art—
becoming while you’re still unsure,
a gentle shift inside the soul
that learns to bend and still endure.
This poem is about personal growth and change. It shows how people slowly evolve over time, even when they don’t fully realize it.
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