Becoming

Part 1: Blur

I move through life,

blending in.

Following, not knowing where,

or why.

I think love is supposed to be simple,

like a step you take without thinking,

like turning a page in a book.

But love, for me,

is quiet.

It’s hidden in glances I don’t understand,

in feelings I can’t name,

in a world I haven’t touched yet.

 

Part 2: Spark

It’s like the first note of a song

you’ve never heard,

but somehow, it’s familiar.

She walks by, and the air shifts—

a ripple I can’t quite catch.

It’s small,

so small,

like a whisper I wasn’t supposed to hear.

But it stays,

echoing inside me,

even when I try to let it go,

like a breeze that lingers, soft but sure.

 

Part 3: Disguise

I wear the face they know,

the life they expect.

I say yes

I hold hands,
I laugh,

but none of it is me.

It’s like wearing someone else’s shoes,

walking miles that aren’t mine.

I tell myself,

it’s fine.

This is fine.

But deep down, I’m reciting lines

to a play I was never meant to be in.

 

Part 4: Cracks

And then,

the cracks.

Little by little,

pieces start to fall away.

Her name is a weight in my mouth,

a word I can’t swallow.

I stare into the mirror,

waiting to recognize the face I see,

but it’s shifting,

like watching water ripple,

like catching glimpses of something just below the surface.

And I’m afraid,

but I’m starting to see.

 

Part 5: Release

The words stumble out,

and for a moment,

everything holds its breath.

But she doesn’t pull away.

She doesn’t turn.

She just smiles.

And suddenly, it feels like the whole world

has taken a step closer,

like everything I was afraid to lose

was never in danger at all.

I breathe,

for what feels like the first time.

 

Part 6: Harmony

Now,

I walk with my head up.

Her hand in mine,

and it feels like everything is in place.

Like the song is finally playing,

and I know every word.

There are no cracks,

no questions.

Just the rhythm of who I am,

steady,

sure,

and hers.

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