The wind shifts and I feel it in my bones

the slow unraveling, the quiet pull toward something new

Change does not ask permission

It arrives like winter stripping away the familiar

leaving only what can endure

I used to fear the cold, the silence

the weight of mistakes pressing into the earth

But even in the frost something is growing

Even in the stillness, I am becoming

The world trembles, foundations crack,

but I am not lost

I am learning to trust the breaking

the chaos the missteps that carve me

into someone I am meant to be

Spring will come, it always does

The thaw, the light, the quiet understanding

And when it does I will not be who I was

I will be stronger, clearer,

rooted in truth,

standing firm in who I am.