A Love Note to the Becoming
wherever you are
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To you who are still becoming waiting, longing, hidden, dark will I ever break out to the glowing orb of warmth or is this a slow fade into death kept in a shallow grave I feel the breaking, the taking the hard shell cracking. so much potential inside I’m growing, unwrapping, unfurling baring my vulnerability green, weak, and frail, I climb up, up, up with roots digging deeper below. I burst through the grave, a tiny seedling, planted, watered, tended Will I be crushed before I’m made strong so much trust in a seed like me but the gardener calls me forth Looking for the light, climbing daily, higher, longer, deeper, wider. I sway with the wind, finding the earth once again oh no fallen, rising, ever climbing listening to the voice that calls, come out beloved I carry the blooming, the becoming inside of me waiting for the time to unveil the deepest, most hidden part of me the maker already knowing which flower I am watching me bloom, look at you, beloved, how you soar fading, I die the petals climb high into the sky seeds falling resurrecting, becoming true again You are loved.
