Your Name & Mine

 Hello, my name is Once Was.

I lived between storms, building shelter out of silence. I tried to tape the broken edges with faith I didn’t yet understand. My laughter was a ghost that didn’t know how to come home to.

Hello, my name is Almost.

I’ve been halfway healed a thousand times. I’m learning the rhythm of surrender, forgetting, remembering, and forgiving again.

Somewhere between heartbreak and hope, I planted a seed called Still Here.

Hello, my name is Remembered.

I am the whisper that survived the noise. I am the child who kept the candle lit in the dark. Every scar, which I’ve named lessons, now glows like lanterns.

Hello, my name is Becoming.

I no longer chase wholeness; I grow toward it. Each step forward feels like a softly answered prayer. Each mistake is a teacher wearing mercy’s face.

Hello, my name is Home.

I’ve built her out of truth and trembling. My walls hum with every “You’re not alone.”

I once needed to hear it myself. And when they ask me who I am,

I’ll smile and say—

"I am the space between the wound and the wonder. I am what happens when you finally let the light write your name."