She is Me

Photo by Matt Hardy

She is here.

At the edge of forever,

at the beginning 

of the rest of her life. 

Standing in the open door. 

Or am I walking through it? 

She is walking into me.

We are becoming. 

Mold forms around her crevices,

encompassing the 

woman

we once were.

Waves crash into the remaining pieces.

A shell, 

of a reminder, 

left behind. 

I need no physical boundaries, to be. 

Instead, she is on the cusp. 

On a rollercoaster

about to ascend,

into greatness.

Butterflies rise up

in the pit of her stomach.

Reminding me, she is here. 

It is time, to become we. 

To become, 

bigger than I ever was. 

Stronger together, 

In unison, 

Becoming 

who we were meant to be

She is me. 

We dive into

a never-ending dance

of existence. 

We become enmeshed 

in the struggles

we overcame. 

Intertwined with our potential,

we’ve yet to discover. 

We thrive in the 

State of becoming.