the moment I became

I was a puzzle,

Pieces scattered across the floor,

Each one broken

By the world's unforgiving hands.

But I kept searching,

Through the rubble,

Through the jagged edges

Of who I thought I should be,

Until, one day,

I realized

I was whole.

The pieces fit,

The body and mind finally aligned,

And I understood—

The journey wasn't to find myself,

But to become myself.