it came

When the next wave of becoming comes softly.

It came along so fast
I ignored all the signs.
But the questions
That remained unanswered,
Linger on my tongue
Scared to fall out.

There are subtle marks
On my skin.
Not breaking open
And yet this is 
Again another shedding
But one unforced.

This crept up on me.
I wasnt expecting it.
This surer sense of
Understanding myself,
That lies beneath
The uncertain parts.

Clinging on, 
Not willing to leap
Nothing will hold it back.
Whether I jump now
Or do it gradually
It will come. 

Slowly or quickly,
The choice is mine.
Am I ready?
For a new threshold
Where will it lead?
This time its unclear
What is next?
This version of me.