The Pond of Becoming

The path that wound out of secret gardens

smelled of adventures.

Little G, skipping past rosy bushes,

danced to the music of unseen bands

that played from behind the trees.

The curves carried her deep—

into the mystical jungle,

where dwarves whispered tales,

and Kaa coiled in shadows.

Rustling leaves, trembling blades of grass—

fear touched her spine,

yet she walked on.

Sometimes, head held high,

searching for friends among the stars.

Sometimes, small as the ants,

following their hidden trails—

sheltered by their songs.

Her companions came:

the rabbit, the mole, the toad, and Pooh—

offering stories to keep her going.

She cherished the journey,

for it was threaded with laughter,

poured full of love,

and spilling with happiness.

But the skies shifted.

Storms brewed.

Rains lashed,

and the sun refused to play.

Still, G kept walking—

in red boots,

sometimes hiding,

sometimes camouflaging.

Until, one day,

the sun returned.

She found herself beside a pond.

Animals gathered, drinking deeply—

as if from something eternal.

She bent low,

and the pond looked back.

It startled her.

It knew—

her first steps,

her long wanderings.

She had never looked at herself.

She trembled,

but the still water

called her closer.

Her friends gazed too,

drinking not just water,

but soul.

So she tried again—

with gentleness this time.

She touched the pond—

quavering lips meeting stillness.

A wave coursed through her.

She was shedding skin,

being born anew.

Her breath—

released,

then received—

for the very first time.

Her friends smiled softly,

as if recognizing her

at last.

Rebirthed.

A warm wind carried the stillness.

The moon rose.

And the circle was complete.

But now she knew—

the garden, the storms, the jungle, the pond—

were all within her.

Every step had been a mirror,

every trial a teacher,

and every friend a strength

woven gently into her soul.

She was not just the wanderer of the path—

she was the path itself.

And at last,

she belonged

to herself.