"Becoming" I am not who I was last year, Not even yesterday, not quite near. A patchwork soul, still being sewn, With threads I borrowed, broke, and owned. Some saw ruins, some saw grace, Some missed the light behind my face. Yet through their eyes, I came to see The parts I lost, the parts I’d be. I’ve outgrown names, outlived some fears, Danced with doubts and dried old tears. Every version carved in time Was both a fracture and a climb. So call me what you want to see, But know I’m still becoming me. ~ Lostinreverie
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