I will step forward and try to be the very best version of me. But how could I be the best version of me when that’s something even I can’t see?
As I earn my place among them, and I fight to collect these rhymes, I will have to let go of those times. The times where it seemed everything fell out of place and everything I ever needed to far for me to reach, and too painful for me to face. I’d love to be among them, as confident as a queen, as elegant as lace. And despite my worries, it will never be too late.
Two long months, it seems. An eternity to me. Perhaps these clever miracles will show me all that I’m meant to be.
Bare without a name, I write mine on the walls of a small cave among the rocky shore, something they’ll always remember when they come back for more. As I desire to be known in this way, I’ll understand that my judgment can’t sway.
There will be so many watching, waiting, and anticipating. Whether I do the right thing or mess up. I’m not willing to give it up for certainty and security. Being everything that I want to be.
And solace within me can always be the freedom I’ll always need.