“Becoming More”

Fear once whispered: You’re not enough.
Not smart. Not pretty. Not capable.
And for years, I believed it.
I cried myself to sleep,
showed up at every funerals,
dressed up, cried up
as if sorrow was the only script for my life.

But the weight grew heavy
like a dump truck on my head.
And in the middle of my tears,
I said: This can’t be it.
There has to be more than this.

Then came the voice—steady, insistent:
Vi, Vi, Vi… what are you going to do with your life now?

I bowed low, knees on the floor,
shame mocking me from the corners.
But truth broke through the silence:
“In life, you don’t get what you want
you get what you are.”

So I declared
I am not fear.
I am courage.
I am strength.
I am the dream I once doubted.

I don’t just want a new life.
I become a new life.
I don’t just wish for freedom.
I embody freedom.
I don’t just hope for purpose.
I live purpose.

This is my defining moment.
My rise.
My becoming.
And so I stand
not as what I feared,
but as what I am.
More.

Always more.