Continuing from my realization in Truth (Part 1), my personal manifesto in Truth (Part 2), and my affirmations in Truth (Part 3)… I wrote a poem.
Unfolding
I believe in the fluid self—
growing, stretching, soft and wide.
Never fixed, never final,
always becoming from the inside.
Words, once whispered in passing tones,
can root like anchors in my sea,
binding me to moments gone—
not truths, just echoes trailing me.
So I will listen, open-eyed,
but hold a quiet space within,
to ask: Is this my truth today,
or just the shape of where I’ve been?
I honor those who shape my name,
the circle close, the voices near—
and in their faces, I now see
my own reflection, bright and clear.
As I evolve, so too do they—
no one remains just what I knew.
So I will meet them in the now,
and let old versions pass on through.
Connection thrives in open hands,
not boxes built from old belief.
I choose the path of wondering,
not the trap of quick relief.
I hold the grey, the layered heart,
the truths that shift with light and air.
I am not a finished line—
I’m the unfolding, always there.
