Sacred Reflection

I was once the child of certainties,
A good girl in a tight-laced truth.
They told me the world was simple,
That love had rules and heaven had gates.

But something wild lived in my bones.
Something ancient stirred in my blood.
The stars whispered of stories unspoken,
And my soul began to wander.

I walked with fear, and I walked with fire.
I unlearned the maps I was given.
Each step cracked open a window,
And I let the wind in.

I have tasted many truths since then —
All holy, all incomplete.
I do not need a throne of answers.
I need the barefoot path, the breath of becoming.

Let me be the one who dances
With questions as companions,
With stars as teachers,
With awe as my only doctrine.

I do not know what is ultimate.
But I know this: wonder is sacred.
And I am still becoming.