Change within

“Becoming”

Alone, I sit in the quiet of my soul,
The echoes of my past still whisper,
reminding me of all I was,
and all I failed to be.

The world once revolved around my pride,
a fragile fortress built on shifting sand.
I wore my ego like a crown,
but it only weighed me down.

Now, in the silence, I see the truth:
I am no greater than the smallest star,
yet no less worthy of the light.
Humility blooms in the cracks of my heart,
where once only arrogance grew.

Change does not come with a shout,
but in the steady rhythm of small steps—
an apology whispered,
a kindness offered,
a moment of restraint when anger flares.

To be better is not to be perfect,
but to try, again and again,
to shape the rough stone of who I am
into something softer,
something stronger,
something whole.

Alone, I am not empty;
I am full of possibilities.
This solitude is my forge,
and I am the smith,
melting away the old,
shaping the new.

I have learned to bow my head,
not in defeat,
but in reverence for the journey ahead.
I am not who I was,
and that is the greatest gift
this loneliness has given me.

For in being alone,
I have found myself.
And in finding myself,
I have begun to truly change.