Intro to “What Will I Be?”
This poem begins in a garden—but it’s really about the soil of becoming. A girl, hands deep in earth, asks the question we all carry: not just what will I do, but who will I become. The flowers don’t answer, but they bloom anyway. And maybe that’s the point.
In this moment, she’s not chasing titles—she’s planting possibilities. This is a reflection on growth, care, and the quiet courage of not knowing yet. A meditation on how identity might not be a destination, but a feeling we leave behind in the things we nurture.