The Chapter of Becoming

There comes a time, it's bound to show,

When life won't look like you know.

The dreams once held with tight hands,

Now slip away like shifting sands.

The timeline drawn in youth so bold,

Unraveled as the years unfold.

The one who thought she knew it all,

Has learned to rise, when she had fall.

No one warns of nights so still,

Where the echoes hum of "what if" chills.

The weight of "should have" fills the air,

A silent grief, a whispered prayer.

Did chances slip? Was effort weak?

Was there a path not meant to seek?

Yet pause, and listen, breathe it in,

This isn't where the story ends.

This is the part where chasing fades,

Where proving stops, where growth invades.

Where losing isn't laced with shame,

But space for more - an open frame.

Perhaps the plans fell out of view,

Because they never were fit for you.

Perhaps the past was just a guide,

To lead you somewhere deep inside.

No, time is not lost, you're not behind,

You're right where fate and purpose bind.

And one day soon, this road will show,

That trust in yourself was all you had to know.