Becoming

I stand on the edge of something unseen,

A world of dreams, or just in-between—

Where hope still flickers, dim but alive,

And I wonder how, and if, I’ll thrive.

Ideas crowd like stars in my mind,

But the map is lost, the paths unlined.

I reach for more, for light, for grace,

But I feel I’m fading in my place.

I miss the fire I used to know,

The rising sun, the eager glow.

Now silence sits where songs once stirred,

My voice a thought, my will unheard.

Yet deep inside, I feel it still—

A quiet spark, a stubborn will.

I know I’m meant for something wide,

Not just to watch the days drift by.

God writes in lines I cannot read,

But I believe He knows my need.

Still, faith without a step is air—

I have to move, I have to dare.

So I’ll begin, though small, though slow,

With trembling hands and seeds to sow.

Not for perfection, not for pride,

But just to feel my soul inside.

For I am more than doubt and fear—

The best of me is always near.

And if I fall, I’ll rise again—

Becoming more than I have been.