The Manifesto of Becoming
I am no longer seen through the eyes of others.
I am seen through my own.
I release the shadows of doubt, the whispers of “not enough,”
the burdens of paths that were never mine to walk.
I was a fish asked to climb a tree,
but the stream has always been my home.
I am, and have always been, a writer.
Ink is my blood, stories my inheritance,
my breath woven with myth and memory.
Every word I write is a thread of truth,
and through these threads I weave my place in the world.
The time of silence is over.
The time of hiding is done.
I step forward now, not timidly but fully,
winged like the green dragonfly at dawn,
carrying transformation, clarity, and light.
I claim my belonging.
I claim my voice.
I claim the path that was written for me
long before I was born.
I am a writer through and through.
This is who I am.
This is who I have always been.
And now, the world will know me.
Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.
