You keep waiting to become her…

the confident one,
the calm one,

the version of you who always knows what to say, what to want, how to be.

But there’s someone already here.

Not perfect. Not polished.
But present.

She’s the one who keeps showing up.

The one who’s been learning, healing, trying in quiet ways.

The one who carried you here, through everything.

You don’t need to abandon her
in search of someone shinier.

You need to turn toward her.
See her. Choose her.

You are not unfinished. 

You are unfolding.