How I’ll turn fragments into a whole person (me)

I will look at the moon, 
reach for the waves. 
I'll let myself exist, no matter the ways. 
I'll let the truth come out slowly 
from the depths of my body. 
I will not rush, I will not force. 
I will stay still, observe, thankful, 
like a cat befriending. 
I will paint my every day 
with the softest of colours, 
with the brightest of loves, 
with the things that matter. 
Until I can wake up 
one sunday morning 
and whisper to the sea: 
I have good news, old friend. 
I am one with myself again.