You are made of endings
that quietly become beginnings
of stars that die
and still leave light behind
somewhere beneath
the noise of who the world needs you to be
your soul is still whispering
the name you were born with
to become as vast as the sky within you
to love without disappearing
to stand in your truth
without hardening your heart
you are not losing yourself
when you release what no longer fits
you are making room for the light
that has been finding its way home to you all along
°Woodlights Woudlicht
