Reborn, Becoming

There comes a moment in the quiet — when the masks fall, and what’s left is something true. Not something new, but something remembered.

This poem came from that place. A becoming, from the inside out. A return to light.

For so long, I hid my voice —

not telling my words.

I held them inside me, afraid to show them, afraid to say them to the world.

Afraid of being judged or getting hurt.

Hiding behind my silence, keeping my mouth shut.

Afraid to say the truth —

my truth.

Agreeing, or giving no answer at all to words that didn’t feel like mine.

I felt like I wasn’t in the right place, not around the right people — and that was true.

I tried to copy, to wear everyone else’s shoes — not mine.

To act as if it was true or real, but something inside me never felt it.

I used to come home tired, taking off my mask — the one I made so I wouldn’t be seen.

Until I fell down.

And everything that wasn’t true fell with me.

I thought it was me, after so long pretending —

but what fell was everything that wasn’t me.

And what stayed was light.

The real me.

This light growing bigger and bigger every day, every moment.

With each layer shedding,

I see — and I be.

This pure love and peace feed the light, growing in love,

ascending higher and higher,

turning every pain into freedom.

This is me —

becoming.

Reborn.

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With light,

Miracle