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Becoming...
I’ve been here before.
In the shadows of doubt,
Where dreams are whispered, not shouted,
Where the weight of yesterday presses so hard,
It suffocates the breath of tomorrow.
But I’ve learned…
That growth doesn’t happen in comfort zones,
It happens in the cracks of your heart,
When you step out, stretch wide,
And dare to grow in the places you’ve never dared to see.
It’s like this:
The seed, buried in the dirt,
Doesn’t dream of the sun,
It feels the pressure of the earth,
Of everything trying to hold it down.
But it pushes,
It fights,
It presses through,
Until one day,
It rises.
We all rise.
But not without the falls,
Not without the bruises,
Not without the lessons hidden in the scars,
The wisdom, deep in the brokenness,
The courage sewn into the thread of every defeat.
See, we think we’re supposed to glide,
But growth doesn’t glide—
It stumbles, it falls,
It gets back up,
And it keeps rising again,
Even when the sky is cloudy,
And the storm feels too strong to weather.
Because the truth?
The truth is that we’ve been gifted a perspective,
A way to look at the world not as it should be,
But as it is,
To see ourselves—not through the lens of who we wish to be,
But through the clarity of who we are right now.
I see me.
Not as the dreamer who’s too scared to leap,
Not as the person who holds back from love,
But as the warrior who dares to face the truth,
Who stands in front of the mirror and says,
I am enough, even in my flaws.
And that’s the real gift.
Not the victories, but the moments we find peace,
In the quiet between the noise,
In the space where we accept who we are,
And who we’re becoming.
We’ve been taught to focus on the brokenness,
To dwell on what’s missing,
But what if we flipped that script?
What if we embraced the whole—
The broken, the bruised,
The fear, the courage,
All of it, pieced together,
And called it beauty?
Because the truth is—
You are not the mistakes you’ve made.
You are the lessons you’ve learned.
You are the ones you’ve loved,
The ones who’ve loved you,
You are the dreams you dare to breathe life into,
And the courage it takes to keep going,
Even when the road is unlit.
So here’s to the climb,
Here’s to the push,
Here’s to the becoming.
To the sweat, to the tears,
To the blood and the fight,
Here’s to the moments when we rise,
Again and again,
Because growth is not linear—
It is a spiral.
We circle back,
We fall,
We rise higher,
And we see the truth:
We are meant for more than this.
So dream.
And then make the dreams your reality.
Move beyond the comfortable,
Push past the doubts,
And step into the greatness
That’s always been yours.
Because you are not here by accident.
You are here to rise,
To shine,
To live,
And to become.
In the shadows of doubt,
Where dreams are whispered, not shouted,
Where the weight of yesterday presses so hard,
It suffocates the breath of tomorrow.
But I’ve learned…
That growth doesn’t happen in comfort zones,
It happens in the cracks of your heart,
When you step out, stretch wide,
And dare to grow in the places you’ve never dared to see.
It’s like this:
The seed, buried in the dirt,
Doesn’t dream of the sun,
It feels the pressure of the earth,
Of everything trying to hold it down.
But it pushes,
It fights,
It presses through,
Until one day,
It rises.
We all rise.
But not without the falls,
Not without the bruises,
Not without the lessons hidden in the scars,
The wisdom, deep in the brokenness,
The courage sewn into the thread of every defeat.
See, we think we’re supposed to glide,
But growth doesn’t glide—
It stumbles, it falls,
It gets back up,
And it keeps rising again,
Even when the sky is cloudy,
And the storm feels too strong to weather.
Because the truth?
The truth is that we’ve been gifted a perspective,
A way to look at the world not as it should be,
But as it is,
To see ourselves—not through the lens of who we wish to be,
But through the clarity of who we are right now.
I see me.
Not as the dreamer who’s too scared to leap,
Not as the person who holds back from love,
But as the warrior who dares to face the truth,
Who stands in front of the mirror and says,
I am enough, even in my flaws.
And that’s the real gift.
Not the victories, but the moments we find peace,
In the quiet between the noise,
In the space where we accept who we are,
And who we’re becoming.
We’ve been taught to focus on the brokenness,
To dwell on what’s missing,
But what if we flipped that script?
What if we embraced the whole—
The broken, the bruised,
The fear, the courage,
All of it, pieced together,
And called it beauty?
Because the truth is—
You are not the mistakes you’ve made.
You are the lessons you’ve learned.
You are the ones you’ve loved,
The ones who’ve loved you,
You are the dreams you dare to breathe life into,
And the courage it takes to keep going,
Even when the road is unlit.
So here’s to the climb,
Here’s to the push,
Here’s to the becoming.
To the sweat, to the tears,
To the blood and the fight,
Here’s to the moments when we rise,
Again and again,
Because growth is not linear—
It is a spiral.
We circle back,
We fall,
We rise higher,
And we see the truth:
We are meant for more than this.
So dream.
And then make the dreams your reality.
Move beyond the comfortable,
Push past the doubts,
And step into the greatness
That’s always been yours.
Because you are not here by accident.
You are here to rise,
To shine,
To live,
And to become.
Published 9th Apr 2025
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