Becoming

Not every star belongs to the sky. Some are found only after surviving the darkest nights

She spent her childhood chasing stars,
unaware of the weight behind her scars.
She searched for a world beyond these walls,
not knowing it begins when gravity falls.

She met the shadows dressed as light,
the hidden wars she had to fight.
She learned that not all hands that hold
are made of kindness, warmth, or gold.

Her mirror showed a stranger’s face,
a soul still searching for its place.
She had lost the girl she used to be,
only to find the woman she was meant to see.

And though the stars began to fade,
beneath the choices she had made,
she found the voice she lost inside,
the one she buried just to hide.

Through every storm, through every scar,
she had learned that she was her own northern star.