Becoming

I am quietly becoming — I am shedding and blooming sunflower petals within my chest, don’t wait on a fanfare after all — there is wonder to lust over and breathe in — I have just begun

I am not fearless — I practice courage daily, here in between these lines — remembering to forget about happy endings — I can always start again a thousand and one times

I am willing to fall — forward, upwards and let the adventures/misadventures commence — the Universe will keep calling me on — again and again, I am tasked to be ready — set — go

I am wise enough — only to know there is no disconnect between the storm in the desert , the sleepy ocean, the star filled night and the steel and stardust in my DNA — yet, I am not too wise

I am slowly setting my soul on fire — becoming the sun and the moon before I’m gone too soon — the Universe breaths beneath my skin, inside the water and blood within — I am awakening, becoming a beautifully flawed human