Change doesn’t happen in an instant.
It’s a process that has its own course.
If you step back in the middle of the process to look at the imprints of the journey, you see the beauty of evolvement.
You can map out the troughs, the peaks; the etchings made permanent with tears and silent vows with yourself that pushed you to reach this far.
Each process of change has an end that is the beginning of something new. Something that will remain fancy at least for a while until the waves of transformation twist the hands of destiny and change your life once again, for what will seem, forever.
I see an end now, I can see light so close that I can almost feel its glow around me and feel the warmth in my bones.
I look back to see the various layers I have shed on this path to transformation.
Bits and pieces of my skin entangled and engraved with guilt, pain, pity.
I see myself far, far away. Is it really I? Or is it a version of I, I cease to remember?
As I adorn this new skin, all shiny and bright, I pass on some light to that woman standing far away.
Someday very soon when I will touch this glow, she will become one with the light and burst into a ball of energy leaving stardust into a time, when I was her.