Becoming
written by: Arsish Saikia
Nights grow darker, but the lights stay strong. The city sleeps – yet my dreams roll on.
Eyes are starving, aimed at the shot, To rise as a man of worth – I work a lot.
The battle begins, but the rival is me. I break through the line to see what I’ll be.
No silver spoon, just battle scars. Each step I take rewrites my stars.
I walk through fire, I don’t retreat. My failures burn beneath my feet.
I rise not loud, but sharp and wise -Becoming the storm they won’t recognize.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem came from a moment when I felt like I was standing in between everything – not who I used to be, but not yet who I wanted to become. Writing this helped me breathe again – We are all a work in progress. “Becoming” is my way of saying: you’re not alone in the in-between. Keep going – something beautiful is unfolding.
