Becoming

I have dreamed a better version of myself, 
a life not yet lived, maybe a past life.


Anticipation fills my belly,
 of what I will encounter
breathe in, taste on my tongue,
forever to be imprinted on my skin, 
a tattoo.


A virtual reality of 
who I am
to be.


An allowing.
Wings sprouting beneath my skin, 
parts of me in wonderment. 
Letting them spread.
Let go.
Fly.

Becoming,

not a moment wasted, 

with  what if's.

Breathing in a life 
I have already known
is mine.