Becoming

Blossoming forth is the woman I have envisioned

A beautiful recognition of my metamorphosis

My passion and ultimatum, the beacon I am approaching

As I extend my arms, in reach of her I realize she reflects the gesture

A mirror of myself, a single entity.

And she whispers softly,

How beautiful it is to know that you are already everything you are becoming;

That the light at the end of the tunnel will be from the same sun under which you entered.

So sweet is the promise of our destination, but even more, the knowledge gained.

For I would rather call the journey my home,

Along which I have scattered my heart like seeds across a prairie.

Revelation singed into my mind, driving me from the flames of stupor.

I am to bloom where I have been planted

Tucked within the footprints of yesterday.

Looking back only to remind myself of how far I have come,

And to reach out to that younger version

Embracing the innocence and grandeur of growth.