Becoming Her ~

Halfway to seventy, I stand in between,

no longer a girl, not yet the queen.

The past was my teacher, the future my grace,

but here in the middle I honour my pace.

With joy as my compass and stillness my guide,

I craft the soft edges of her from inside.

With every life choice I paint my own way,

turn moments to magic,

romance the mundane.

Each breath is a brushstroke,

each step plays a part,

of a journey unfolding, a work of art.

In colours of courage, in hues of light,

she moves with the moon, the tides, and the night.

~ Brooke Elyse Alexanderson