Becoming all of her

Then Aug 24

Do I introduce the extravagant extrovert,

quick to laugh,

fun with a flirt.

The carefree lone traveller

who disappeared into the crowds,

and watched from a corner.

The confident boss lady

with the big ideas

and a pull for power.

Do I tell of the woman

who couldn’t get out of bed,

silently lost;

staring at walls,

seeing darkness not from fear

but from overwhelm.

The woman who lived in

unorthodox, disorganised chaos,

struggling with normality,

in a bubble of her own making.

Do we wade through her teens,

her early 20s?

A life lived in carefree poverty,

a whirlwind of sound and laughter,

of alcohol and temporary friends,

of late nights and dank pool halls.

Do I tell you about the rebuild,

or the relocation?

The boy from Bali —

who changed her perception.

Or breadcrumbs she accepted

as mistaken affection.

Today I am a writer, a creator.

I am love.

I am mess.

I am discord.

Tomorrow we will see.

Who will I be?

Now Aug 24

Can I introduce the woman

unapologetic in her own skin.

The carefree traveller,

with maps made from scars,

who stands out in a crowd.

Do I tell you of a Mother

who chose presence and safety.

Of fuck yes’s, not maybe’s.

Do we speak of self-acceptance—

not over-explaining,

of mature grace,

not an insecure base.

Do I introduce

the word-weaver,

turning discord into rhythm,

mess into story,

and loss into song.

I am a woman.

I am love.

I am present.

Tomorrow we will see

who I’m growing to be.