Let it be permission

For I believe there are as many ways to live
as there are leaves surrendering to the wind,
as many ways to love
as there are waves returning to the sea,
as many ways to become
as there are mornings the earth has awakened.

And if my life leaves anything behind,
let it not be certainty,
nor perfection,
nor admiration.

Let it be permission—

for someone, somewhere,
to step gently beyond the narrow life they were handed,
and discover,
the joy of becoming themselves.