When no one’s calling my name
I vanish…
but not to be lost,
to be found, inside myself.

Inside that soft space
where daydreams stretch
and time has grace.

You wanna know who I am,
when the wife, mother, friend, colleague
hats are off?

I’m a barefoot soul
on a bike ride to nowhere…
music in my hips,
sun kissing my shoulder blades
like a promise.

I become a version of me
who’s not waiting for permission
to take up space
in her own damn story.

I see her!
She laughs too loud,
lives out proud…
rooted in joy,
free in her own lane,
chasing light
and making memories
that don’t need a reason.

I’m shedding now,
not breaking…
just outgrowing the spaces
that ask me to whisper
when I was born to burn.

And if fear weren’t such a loud mouth,
if guilt didn’t wear my mother’s perfume…
I’d wake up tomorrow
a fire dancer!

a woman who moves
like she owns the sky,
who laughs at limits
and dares to fly.

Even now,
I protect the softest parts of me…
not because they’re fragile,
but because they’re sacred.

I am not unfinished.

I am a woman
in motion,
in rhythm,
in truth.

I am becoming.
Surrendering
to the tides within.