365 days devoted to solitude,
moments to gaze upon my nakedness.
Flipping through the pages of my soul,
mindfully reading each one in braille.
A gentle knowing that there are many layers yet to be deciphered and explored.
A neverending tale of wonder.
How I blossom from a tiny seed,
into the tallest of trees.
Rooted in this journey of self expression.
The shedding, the stillness, the growth and the sturdiness in my acceptance, that nothing ever stays the same.
I will continue to change through the seasons of this existence,
and meet myself deeper time and time again.