🌙 Becoming Her Again

There’s a version of me I almost forgot —

the one who laughed louder,

moved slower,

felt everything like it was art.

Somewhere between becoming wife, mother, and healer,

she grew quiet —

not lost, just waiting for me to come back.

It took love’s patience to find her again —

the kind that doesn’t demand,

that touches without taking,

that reminds me I’m more than everything I give away.

Becoming her again isn’t about going backward —

it’s about remembering that desire and softness can coexist,

that womanhood isn’t something you outgrow,

it’s something you grow into.

He sees her now —

the woman I’m still learning to love,

the one who is both fire and grace,

both longing and peace.

🕯 I’m not returning to who I was —

I’m becoming her again,

this time on my own terms.