Becoming Ross
I stopped molding myself
Into the versions I thought they wanted.
Letting go of my unwavering need to fit their forms.
Only then did I feel like me.
I show up gently for the girl in the mirror.
I hold her hand and show her softness.
Like fireflies chasing light-
I follow my dreams.
Even if the glow lasts for a moment.
I change direction whenever my heart pulls me.
Exploring.
Playing.
Experiencing.
Opinions float past me-
noticed but not applied.
Like the moon and it phases-
I’m changing but stay whole.
In this now-
I stopped asking who I’d become,
stopped searching
and simply become her.





































































































































