The Edge of Becoming: A Poem on Awakening, Surrender, and Self-Transformation

By Hunter Grimm (May 17, 2025)

I stand on the cusp of transformation,
where comfort and chaos collide.
I could keep dancing in destruction,
letting shadows pull the tide—
toxic echoes, tired patterns,
echoes I no longer wish to hide.

Or—
I could return to my origin:
a being born of wonder and light,
curiosity blooming like spring,
my hands made to build, not fight.

I've wandered from my purpose,
ran from pain with shame in stride.
But no more masks, no more silence—
I'm done with the urge to hide.

I'm tired of hurting, tired of tired.
I want to be what heals,
the change I ache to see.
The outer world reflects within—
so I start with me.

I choose a path of clarity,
where wisdom plants its seed,
where courage grows in confidence
and quiet births the deed.

No longer spinning in the black,
I rise from gravity’s snare.
My thoughts, my choices—
they create the life I wear.

So here I stand, in sovereign fire,
in peace, not pain, I stake my claim.
I choose calm over craving,
and stillness over shame.

Let the world be changed by who I am—
a mirror of truth, alive and awake.
I was never broken—only becoming.
Now, I rise for my own sake.