

I used to think becoming Was a finish line in gold,
One impossible decision That would make me someone whole.
But the person I am building Doesn’t rise in just one day.
She is made in every moment I refuse to look away.
When the sheets become an ocean,
When the floor feels miles below,
When my body begs for silence,
I can answer, “Not alone.”
I don’t need to move a mountain.
I don’t need to outrun pain.
I can put one foot beneath me.
I can begin again.
Begin again,
Even if my hands are shaking.
Even if the road is different From the promise that I made.
Begin again, Not because I never faltered,
But because I know a failure Is a moment,
not a name. I don’t have to change at once.
I just have to not give up.
Every ending in my head Can become another step.
So when I lose the path I planned,
I will meet myself where I am And begin,
Begin again. There were days I called it weakness When I needed
time to heal. There were nights I punished progress For not looking
how I dreamed. Now I’m learning rest is movement When the soul
has carried war, And forgiveness is a threshold I have never crossed
before. I can miss the self I buried Without digging up her
grave. I can thank her for surviving While becoming someone brave.
I don’t need a perfect answer.
I don’t need to hide the strain.
I can take another breath now.
I can begin again.
Begin again, Even if my hands are shaking.
Even if the road is different From the promise that I made.
Begin again, Not because I never faltered,
But because I know a failure Is a moment,
not a name. I don’t have to change at once.
I just have to not give up.
Every ending in my head Can become another step.
So when I lose the path I planned,
I will meet myself where I am And begin,
Begin again. One breath.
One door. One morning more.
One call. One try.
One reason why.
One meal. One song.
One hour holding on.
No grand rebirth. No perfect plan.
Just choosing life Wherever I am.
And if tomorrow breaks me open,
I will gather what remains.
Not to make the old shape over—
I will build a different frame.
Begin again, With the wisdom of the breaking,
With the tenderness I needed When I thought I had to change.
Begin again, Every sunrise is an opening.
Every heartbeat is permission
To revise another page.
I don’t have to change at once.
I am worthy while I’m lost.
Every time I turn toward living,
I recover what it cost.
And when I lose the strength to stand,
I’ll still reach with one small hand And begin,
Begin again.
Not once.
Not then.
As many times as it takes— Begin again.