Becoming

I am not who I was yesterday,

Nor who I’ll be tomorrow.

Each sunrise paints a newer me,

With hues of hope and sorrow.

The lessons I learn, the steps I take,

Shape paths I’ve yet to find.

In every fall, a spark remains —

A light that keeps me kind.

Becoming is not just reaching high,

It’s growing through the small.

It’s learning how to bloom again,

Each time I face a fall.

So here I stand — still on my way,

With dreams I’m yet to see.

For life’s not about arriving once —

But becoming endlessly.