Still becoming
Just being
Never done.
Trying to fit
Into uncomfortable moulds
Like shoes that pinch.
Once twisted
To satisfy
To please
To be likeable
To appease.
To chart her true course
Untwist she must:
Pour out her blood
Birth the galaxies within
She must untwist
Come undone
Carefully constructed seams

Shall burst

Rip apart

Worlds shall spring forth
Where her words land.
She shall no more contort
Her ocean-sized self
To conform
To the confines
Of puddles.