“Who I am”

Who I am to who I was
is not the same.
I am a goddess of vintage lanes,
a keeper of whispered stories,
a settler of the world’s wandering gaze.

I have blessed
and left myself
out of the blessing,
carried others’ burdens,
while my own radiance slept beneath my skin.

I am the storm in quiet rooms,
the unseen hand that shifts tides,
the fire that wakes those who
have forgotten how to burn.

I bring change
to those who need it most,
but I am also the witness
to my own transformation,
the soft unmaking of the self
to make space for who I am becoming.

I walk through vintage lanes
with the grace of ancestral feet,
and every gaze that meets me
reflects a fragment of my truth,
my power, my devotion,
my endless, unfolding light.