She is Still Becoming

She is the hush between words,

the weight of what is unsaid,

the pulse of knowing before knowing.

She holds the spaces filled with silence,

carries stories in her ribs,

makes a home of every ache.

She gives, she makes,

listens with grace—

she is multitudes of complexity.

Carrying generations of wisdom,

pain, love, and tears,

she moves with a quiet confidence.

She is the promise in every mother’s whisper,

the fire in every daughter’s eyes,

unraveling yet whole.

She’s you, she’s me, she’s our daughters,

our nieces, our sisters, our partners—

an enigma for centuries.

She’s the thread that stitches past to present,

a force beyond measure,

a story still unfolding.