"Becoming"
At 31, I stand at a crossroads,
the map smudged, the signs unclear.
I teach, I try, I give what I can—
in classrooms, in conversations,
in quiet moments of hope.
I chase dreams between Zoom calls
and hypnotherapy sessions,
wondering what legacy lingers
after the lights go out.
There was once a fire—
promise, potential, drive.
Is it still there?
Buried, maybe. But not gone.
I go to the gym,
fight battles no one sees:
a slice of pizza,
a whisper of doubt.
But I show up—
and that counts for something.
I may not know what the future looks like,
but I know this:
I’m still becoming.
And maybe, just maybe,
that’s enough for now
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