@dhee-cynosure
Becoming
I walked in quiet, eyes unsure,
A whisper lost in something pure.
No map, no claim, just heart and flame,
Becoming more with every name.
A soul once hushed begins to speak,
Through frames and words, the soft, the meek.
I found my truth in light and hue,
A canvas shaped by what I knew.
Now every cast, each step I take,
Is proof I bend but never break.
Grateful for the silent start,
It taught me how to build my art.
Cynosure
#poetic
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