Fields of Becoming

I crossed through fire, I walked through flame,
No longer hiding, no need for name.
With ashes laced in threads I weave,
I rise from all I used to grieve.

I lit the way for those who cried,
With quiet strength, I guard beside.
They’ll clear the dust upon their seed,
Where quiet light begins to breathe—
Awake within, they’ll find their way.

This is the place where soul unfolds,
Where silence speaks and color holds.
You don’t need answers—just begin,
And let your truth rise from within.

I once asked life if I belong,
It answered with a steady song:
“You are not wounds nor just the strife—
You’re twilight reborn, with peace to end the strife.”

For years, my soul was torn apart,
Each crack a map across my heart.
But like volcanoes deep below,
Each time I broke, I made new land.
The magma shapes the ground we know,
Now this base is rising in grace,
Becoming form, becoming space—
A field where healing dares to start,
And souls remember who they are.

The future’s not some distant shore,
It’s each bold step we don’t ignore.
I came to bloom—and now I see—
There’s room for you to bloom with me.