Sowing

Sowing into my coming undone,
I allow this becoming,
To unravel me,
Disperse through me,
Rattle me loose,
Eradicate all that serves me no good.
Though I feel weakened,
I am only at the beginning
of growing stronger, wiser,
So into this moment,
These moments sailing in,
I invest what is intended for me to become.
I willingly welcome, 
This unbecoming,
As the toll is for me to simply transform,
Into who I will be.
After all is said and done,
Is faced, worked through, 
I heal, and become something
Better than all the yesterdays I thought,
‘Who I am was good enough,’
Again I am challenged to create,
Morph, and be more than good enough…
Sowing into this coming undone,
I observe, I reflect,
I choose to see beyond what has surfaced,
having faith that as all becomes full circle,
Who I will be, is who I need to be, for the next hurdles,
Next lessons, next Blessings, Next path...
This space within me, remains open and receptive,
To all the goods here, coming and I know
All will be restored, and everything always,
As it grows, it gets better…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
Not pushing against this,
Rather allowing what’s happening,
Rebuild my flow and rhythm.