Being.

Growing
into my shape,
my shell,
day by day.
I just hope I don’t crack.

Whatever I am,
I am.
Whatever I’ll be,
I’ll be;

a being
not torn apart by being.
Feeling degrees of being –
letting each breathe.

A smile punctuates my face;
try to bleed doubt,
suffocate regret –
bury it deep
and walk without trepidation.