Forever Becoming

Somewhere between the questions, the stumbles, and all the starting-overs, I realised growth isn’t a finish line you sprint to. It’s a rhythm. A return. A quiet, lifelong choosing. And somewhere in that rhythm, between love and learning, I wrote this. A soft bow to that truth, and to the quiet courage of continuing.

Love lights the way, soft, certain, bright.
In its warmth, I learn to hold the light.
With a quiet heart, I seek, I ask,
Growing through questions, not just tasks.

I train my mind, my soul, my frame,
Some days with fire, some days with flame.
Each challenge shapes, each bruise refines,
And slowly, I start shedding lines,
Of who I was, of what I knew,
To make more space for something true.
I’m changing still, and that’s okay,
Becoming more with every day.

Love walks beside me, patient and kind,
Not rushing, just keeping me aligned.
It teaches me grace, it softens the fight,
It makes me brave without burning too bright.

Humbleness, growth, threads tightly spun,
Woven through everything I’ve become.
I walk with hope, I stumble too,
But I keep learning what’s honest and true.

Not chasing perfect, not chasing a prize,
Just opening wider, becoming wise.
In love’s embrace, I grow, I strive,
An eternal student, forever alive.