becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes

I feel a new wave of me

And owerwhelming breath in of

"This is becoming"

Of a gap from where i left

That cliff long ago

Standing in the middle of the green hills

This is me

Stars in the grass

I am made of glass

Seethrough

Translusent like a fish

I show my whole now

Like a kid I do what i feel

I'm chipping at the walls

Scrape off layers of shame

Scrubbing away at the seashore

My heart soft and clean now

Like i was born yesterday