'Becoming Me!'

I am not the storm I weathered,
Not the tear that touched my cheek.
I am more than nights of silence
When I couldn’t find my speak.

I’m the breath I chose to follow
When the panic filled my chest,
The moment I stood shaking
And still tried to do my best.

I am not my darkest thinking,
Not the days I couldn’t rise.
I am stitched from softer courage
That the world can’t recognise.

Every scar’s a quiet story,
Every doubt, a thread I’ve spun.
And still I shape my edges
With the rising of the sun.

Growth is not a perfect journey—
It’s a mess of stop and start.
But I am learning how to hold me
With a kinder sort of heart.

So here I am—still building,
Still breaking fear in two,
Still choosing hope on heavy days,
Still growing into true.

I am not quite who I was then,
Nor who I’m meant to be—
But there is something brave and blooming
In the art of 'Becoming Me!'