The Girl Who Is Still Becoming🌷

I am not yet the woman I dream of being,

but I am no longer the girl I used to know.

Somewhere between the tears and the trying,

I learned that growing can be painfully slow.

I carry dreams bigger than my pockets,

and hopes I sometimes struggle to explain.

I have watched some things fall apart,

and still found reasons to begin again.

I am soft, but I am not fragile.

I am tired, but I am not done.

There are days I question everything,

and days I remember who I am.

I am building a life with trembling hands,

one little step, one prayer, one choice.

And even when fear speaks loudly,

I am learning to trust my own voice.

So don't ask me who I have become yet.

I am still becoming....

still blooming,

still dreaming,

still becoming the girl

I once prayed I would be 🤍