I turn inward

and outward

and coil deeper within.

The search for myself is not a chase—

it is a return.

Clarity, rise in me.

I am the beacon of my own becoming.

Unveil me to myself—

unshelled, soft, tender,

and unafraid.

What is hidden is not lost.

What is unknown is not empty.

The strength I seek

lives inside my vulnerability.

I remember.

I am my own north star.