May I Become

May I greet discomfort as a dear friend and the mirror a story unfolding.

May I release the shackles that bound my growth and gather what feeds the roots of my uprising.

Let the past be a reminder—not a cage,

A call that must echo:

I am not broken. I am unlearning.

May I be patient to hear, in quiet mornings, the whisper that says:

"Everyday, you are worth choosing."

If I forget who I am, may I find myself again in the brave act of trying.

Let the present be a reminder with every breath:

I am not behind. I am becoming.