Soft Becoming
Soft Becoming
I used to think
growth had a sound
applause, fireworks,
a loud arrival.
But lately
it feels like breathing:
quiet, steady,
almost unnoticed.
A gentler voice,
a calmer heart,
boundaries forming
like invisible armor.
Maybe becoming
was never meant
to impress the world
only
to bring me home
to myself.
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