BECOMING

I used to chase the light

as if it lived somewhere beyond me —

in the sky,

in their eyes,

in the promise of tomorrow.

But one day, in the quiet,

I stopped reaching.

And the light…

found me instead.

It whispered through my breath,

It hummed beneath my skin,

It said, “Child, I never left —

you just forgot where home begins.”

Now I move with softer steps,

I trust the unseen wind.

I know the glow within my chest

is how creation speaks again.

Every scar a constellation,

every tear a sacred stream —

what I thought was breaking

was divinity

teaching me to dream