Becoming (A HeartMend Reflection)

I thought I'd be further by now. Thought I'd have answers or crown.

But here I am, standing still. Learning silence is movement still.

Every step feels unseen. Every prayer half believed. But something in

me knows this isn't wasted time. I'm becoming, not late,

not behind. I... I'm becoming right on divine time.

This isn't the ending, it's not the proof. It's the courage

to keep moving when I'm changing too. Some days ask me to grow.

Some days ask me to let go. Both feel heavy in my hands.